i kissed you.

When most people reflect on the beginning of a meaningful relationship, they often say it started with a friendship. Ryan and I had become close in that way. Our weekends were filled with late-night hangouts, where the world seemed to slow down and we’d lose ourselves in music and long conversations. I never expected to find common ground in the songs we loved, yet there he was 

adorably vibing to Carly Rae Jepsen. It only made me like him even more, though I kept it buried. He was just my quirky, straight friend Ryan.

oh hi

 I´m know not only for my wit, standoffish attitude and great eyebrows, but also for starting projects and never finishing them because I get bored easily, or I have undiagnosed ADHD. Whatever it is, I don´t care, I´m back on here to continue to write my story because a strawberry blonde inspired me to. So thank you B.

i met you.

I've been dreading this entry because as I'm writing it I'm still in my grieving process (may 2024). Ironically enough I had written our story down as it unfolded, so it should be easy to lay it out here. And if you are reading this (you know who you are), know that this is my experience of our relationship and I hope you find joy in the simple truth: it happened as it was meant to.