I’ve spent most of this week thinking about my relationship with love and how it has been influenced by my past. I grew up in a household where I love you’s, hugs or any kind of affection was never present. In addition, growing up with divorced parents, it was excruciatingly difficult to believe that love – specifically romantic love – even existed. Maybe that’s why I don’t believe in love or have no desire to get married. But over the years, I have found the ability to find love in the smallest of things.

So I’d like to take this opportunity to talk about some of them:

I love the colors that illuminate the sky as the sun says goodbye every day
I love the smell of fresh coffee (despite the fact that I hate the taste)
I love that in-between weather where it’s not hot but it’s also not cold
I love binge watching my favorite shows
I love the smell of old books waiting to be rediscovered
I love seeing the smiles on my friends’ faces when I take Polaroids of them
I love bubble tea (I AM AN ADDICT)
I love comfy sweaters that swallow my entire body
I love the way the moon encourages me to spill secrets that otherwise would be hidden during the day
I love visiting the turtles 🐢 at the pond by my house
I absolutely love my city and all the attractions it has to offer

And I love my friends.
They’re the people in my life who have taken me under their wing, raised me and helped me navigate the transition from pre-teen to teen and now adulthood. There is no way I could be where I am today without them.
So to my friends, thank you for loving me unconditionally and giving me a kick in the butt when I need it.
You’re my family for life 💗

Love,
February