turning 30 soon and realizing my entire romantic history could fit in the margins of a notebook page. everyone keeps saying “you’ll find someone when you least expect it” but at this point i’ve stopped expecting, stopped looking, stopped… everything.
i’ve watched people meet, love, marry, divorce, and remarry… all while i’m still standing in the lobby of my own life, waiting for someone to even notice i’m here.
it’s not even about wanting a fairytale anymore. i’d settle for being chosen, just once.

















