My Petrichor Pages

 While the entire world complains about how horrible this year has been for them, I, for one, can't believe how far I've come! This year started on a rather difficult note for me, with me writing love-sick poems for who I thought was the "Love-of-my-life". In my head, he was a once in a lifetime kind of love. Little did I know that I was smitten by an idea and not so much by the person. It took me almost 12 months of drama to figure out who I truly am and what I truly want. All I was actually looking for was peace and no amount of love from a guy or endless phone calls with friends or researching or stalking my exes or binge watching series on Netflix could bring it to me.  To be honest, I felt peace finally, just a minute ago, when I was making my 11.11 wish. I finally had no long list to wish for anything. I just gave thanks to god and my guardian angels for keeping me and my family alive and safe. We had our moments wherein we all wanted to end ties with each other...

 I always wanted to have a love like... A love wherein we both felt so grateful to have each other. One wherein every morning I'd wake up with a smile cause I'd be so happy to see his face. Where kissing without brushing would not be looked upon as a bad thing cause we could just not stay a second without each other. When one look would explain what I am feeling or what I am stopping myself from saying. Does all this even happen for real? All these ideas of love that movies and romance novels have put in our heads, does this actually work for someone? Anyone?  Social media feeds a different idea of love altogether these days. I see so many posts wherein couples are holidaying at places I could only dream of staying in. Reels with peppy songs and fancy locations floods my Insta feed daily. I don't sigh. Don't get me wrong, I was never a sucker for these things. At 29, I am still waiting for a partner to play the Game of Life with me (it's a board game). That's it...