Memory works in interesting ways. When I look back, I find my dating year to be a confusing and painful time. I suppose we process things by layers because at the time, I probably would have told you that I was having a blast. Maybe it’s just impossible to have an objective point of view when we are in the middle of it all.
It’s only now, two years into my relationship, that I look at dating me and feel like going back and giving her a hug. She’d probably laugh at my solicitude and tell me she’s totally fine, if I could please move out of the way thank you very much.
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