It's been 10 years since I started this short-lived "fashion and love" blog. It feels nostalgic coming back to it and almost ironic that I'm doing it because it's a coping mechanism after my first "real" and serious relationship. Now, it is very easy to blame the guy and call him names after a breakup because of the things he did, but if you heard the story from both sides you'd know there are no "bad guys" here, it was probably just bad timing, or at least that's what I've been telling myself. He's not a bad guy, he just hasn't been loved properly before, and to be fair, I can be a very intense person.
Our relationship developed naturally, which is why I think of it as my first real one. Nothing forced. No games. Just two friends who fell in love. But as beautiful as it was, it was also very chaotic. Nothing I'm not used to, it's been a very chaotic decade, but I'm here to, in a way, share what I've learned as I approach my thirties. It could be that one day, a queer kid will find this blog and will light up a little hope sparkler in them. I can confidently say I'm becoming the person that 19-year-old me needed. Maybe even 5 year old me.
It's so exciting to be back writing, and there's one person to thank for this, but I'm not saying names. Let's just say Mr. Loml lit a fire under my ass I didn't know I needed. So thank you, wherever you are (we've gone no-contact). I also have to thank the friends I made and lost along the way, you've filled my life with so much love and interesting stories I feel are worth telling. And last, but not least, my psych Dominique for making me realize that there are better ways to cope with sadness than alcohol and drugs, which I'll talk about more eventually. But for now, let's just say, you're in for a wild ride (if you decide to stick around and I don't kill this blog again)
Did you miss me? Because I definitely missed you.
-TBFV
