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WALKING IN LOVE

 


Hey you,

Yes, you.

It’s been a while. I’ve been ignoring you — not out of malice, but because I keep falling, stumbling through the lessons of life. But the last couple of months, They’ve been beautiful. I write this with a laugh as Ivy by Leon Bridges plays in the background. I’m making spaghetti, the music’s looping, and I don’t mind one bit. Honestly, all I really need is you.

You know that feeling after spending time with someone you love — where time seems to slow down and the world fades out? When you catch yourself smiling, fully present, completely unaware of everything else around you? I’m in that moment. And I love it here.

For some context — I made a lot of mistakes when it came to love while growing up. I think we all do. But now that I’m older, I’m learning not to repeat them. I try — sincerely. Life keeps throwing new challenges, and I keep meeting them, slowly learning to respond instead of react. I love who I am becoming. I’ve always been a lover, and now I’ve met someone who reflects that back. I’m floating in the feel of it — it’s soft, intentional, and grounding.

It’s wild how much I needed someone who puts in the effort. I never realized it before, but being seen and heard? It changes everything. I find myself looking forward to the next time we spend together. It feels healthy — like this is what love is supposed to feel like. Sure, I get jealous. I overthink sometimes. But I believe she’s mine — and seeing her smile, watching her eat… that brings me more joy than I can explain. Sometimes I wonder why I ever tried to hurt myself when joy like this exists.

I’ve also been reconnecting with my friends — people I’ve loved, people I still love deeply. This season of life feels right. I’m not where I want to be financially (still broke, let’s be honest), but I’m making ends meet. I’m surrounded by people who are rooting for me — and I for them. We’re all pushing each other forward. We’re living, laughing, loving.

Maybe it’s because I’m finally walking in love. Not just romantic love, but self-love, and love for life itself.

Anyway, my spaghetti just finished boiling, so I’m off to raise my inner Gordon Ramsay and cook something delicious.

With love,


Thairu

 

 

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