Revisiting my tumblr blog after almost two years, rereading the old posts and laughing at how much has changed.
That boy from when I started to write my blog was my everything, until he wasn’t. I was broken, searching for someone to pick up the pieces and make me whole again. I was meeting new people, but none of them felt right.
And then I thought I’ve finally found the one, he was my picture perfect, checked every box on the list. He was a keeper. But not for me to keep. We drifted apart during covid and I had the world turned upside down all over again.
There is also written a lot about the one that came after, the insecurities while falling in love. The fights we had until the relationship settled and we finally dared to say we’re in love.
Then I stopped writing. I’d started to keep our love story to myself. I was too overwhelmed by the feelings to be able to express them without doing them injustice. And I think I still am.
This speechlessness is passion, a fire he set ablaze shortly after we first met. It’s the rush that never stops rushing, a river that keeps rising, flooding, but always keeps me afloat. It’s love. Unconditional, unselfish, endless love.
- Lady With A Handbook