The deepest cut wasn’t being rejected. It was being forgettable .
Romance isn’t about getting it right. It’s about showing up awkward, messy, hopeful, and real—and finding someone who sees the mess and pulls up a chair. The deepest cut wasn’t being rejected
But we never did. I was too scared to ruin the friendship. She was too scared of long distance. So we orbited each other for three years—through crushes on other people, through jealous silences, through one night in my car where we almost kissed but I laughed nervously and turned on the radio instead. It’s about showing up awkward, messy, hopeful, and
I didn’t have an answer. I had fear. And fear is not a plot device. It’s just a wall. Fast-forward to my early twenties. Dating apps. Swipe culture. The awkward adventure went digital, and somehow got worse. She was too scared of long distance
I want to tell you about my awkward adventure through relationships and romantic storylines—not the highlight reel, but the blooper reel. The one where I tripped, misread every signal, fell for the wrong people at the wrong times, and somehow, in the wreckage, learned what love actually feels like. Let’s stay with that moment for a second, because it’s emblematic of my entire romantic education.
And sometimes, late at night, I think about that seventeen-year-old kid holding a floor-Cinnabon, heart pounding, desperate for a story. I want to go back and tell him: You’re already in one. It’s just not the one you think. It’s better. It’s messier. It’s yours.