02/10/2026
I wrote a piece about the last time I fell in love, and how unexpected it was. February has always felt strange to me. It's short, cold, and forgettable. But looking back on that love, I realized it had nothing to do with roses and chocolates, and everything to do with the feeling of being heard and discovered.
That reflection became a new story in Voyage à nue. If love has ever surprised you or revealed something about yourself, I hope it resonates. I'd love to hear your definition of love after your read "When I fell in love by accident" 💖
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I miss being in love. Or rather, being in tune to the frequency of love. The quiet hum that settles into your body before your mind interferes. When I think about the last time I was in love, I don't remember his face as clearly as I remember how alive I felt. Nothing about me physically changed. I....
