P.S.

At 22, our worlds collided in a kaleidoscope of drinking, dancing, laughing.

But we weren't ready for each other. 

Five years later, at the tail end of lockdown 3.0, our online worlds collided. 

Swipe, scroll, zoom, share, scroll, heart.

Our first date was dressed in chef hats, fresh pasta, parmesan. My heart was enamoured by your big dreams and big thinking. Was there enough space for me?

Six months in, I'm moving abroad. Our relationship is punctured by the nuances of modern life.

Communication, compromise, commitment. Trust. 

Could love slice through one’s soul like this? Could it seep into the fabric of your skin, the lining of your thoughts? Into the genetics of your day-to-day? 

What I’m more confident in than ever before, is the space we’ll always give each other to grow. 

I'll see you soon my dear, save me some pasta. 

P.S. I’d never have been able to do casual