I know, I know.

Love seems to have been a dominating topic recently. I don’t think of that as a bad thing. It’s a reflection of everything going on. And it’s quite honest at that, so I’m okay with this.

I’m playing Florence. I have been for months. I just…sometimes I want to make tea, listen to this music, and watch these two grow up together. And tonight happened to be one of those times.

Some of the things in the story remind me of my own (previous) long-term relationship.

She, much like the protagonist, was so excited to plan and see the world together with me.

Or, move in. Have a home together. The both of us in there. Our things. Our belongings. Us.

It didn’t really make any sense to me. I was just happy to have a partner who understood me and was able to make space for me. And who taught me what the world is.

I’ve grown up a lot now. And it all makes sense to me.

And I want it with someone.

The only question that repeats, though, is… will I ever love again?