I loved my husband beyond reason. So much so that somewhere along the way, I completely forgot to love myself. And you’re probably going to laugh—but I still love him. Not the man he became, but the one I believed he was. I love the strength of the love I once felt. Strangely enough, the further away he is, the more tender that love feels—almost like a ghost I still speak to.
Let’s Talk Chemistry, Baby!
You see, my mind is constantly hijacked by Lady Luliberin — she’s always throwing sparks in my brain. But honestly? I wish that, along with Luliberin, you’d also let Vasopressin run wild in your body. Just imagine the chaos — a wild party down your arteries, a full-blown hormonal rave. Read more
Friendship between two people can be a beautiful thing. Sublime, even. You meet for coffee, support each other through rough patches, share secrets you swore you’d never tell another soul. But let’s be honest — friendship with an ex? That’s a rare bird. Not impossible, just… rare. Like snow in the Sahara.
Because how exactly do you go from being everything in someone’s life to becoming almost nothing — and be okay with it?
Nope. I’m not wired for that kind of downgrade. I can’t. And truthfully, I don’t even want to be friends with my ex. Read more
Writers get butterflies, too — they’re not immune.
The only difference?
Their butterflies type.
Yes, somewhere deep in the belly, while others get cute little fluttery feelings from romance or roller coasters, ours grab a tiny typewriter and start hammering away at metaphors, unfinished stories, and overly dramatic love declarations that will likely never make it past the first draft.
But let’s talk about butterflies — the real kind. Those colorful, delicate creatures that are basically nature’s way of saying, “Transformation is possible, darling — but it’s going to get weird first.”
Thirty-five! I made it so far.
Here I am—on my way to Paris. Airports have always fascinated me. They’re chaotic, colorful micro-cities where stories pass through like wind. I always feel like an ant in an anthill—buzzing, moving, waiting.
Me and my Starbucks coffee, parked on a chair in Terminal Whatever. Watching people. Observing lives in transit. Everyone here is carrying a story. Some wrapped in silence, others bursting at the seams. The airport is just a pit stop in their life’s journey, but oh, what a diverse parade of humanity! Read more
Do you have butterflies?
Yes, you! Don’t look around — I’m talking to you.
When? Right now.
People get butterflies when they fall in love, right? So when you fall in love, you feel them too, don’t you? See…
But listen — if people get butterflies when they fall in love… do butterflies get people when they fall in love? Read more