I was a journalist.
Not a very popular one but I was doing okay for myself. I had a great jobs, the beginning of a very promising career, and future.
I had a dreams and goals that I wanted to accomplish, things I wanted to do, places I wanted to visit, and even foods I wanted to try while in those places. I once had a dream and it was becoming; slow but surely steady.
Then I met a man. I was excited for the new man who had appeared in my life, or should I say I, appeared in his. This new man made me feel seen, he made me feel like I was the only girl in the whole world whenever he looked at me.
For the first time after so many failed talking stages and fewer boyfriends, I finally felt it. I finally felt the clicking, I felt at home. I could finally feel the sparks and the butterflies that everyone says they feel, and the romantic movies. I finally had it.
