Calm Isn’t Boring, It’s Safe
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 11 For a long time, I thought love was supposed to feel like butterflies.That quickening. That rush. That tingle in your gut that made it hard to breathe. I thought adrenaline meant attraction.I thought chaos was chemistry.I thought that if it wasn’t all-consuming, messy, magnetic, heart-racing, it wasn’t real. No one told me that I had learned to confuse…










