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I still remember the thrill of it, sharing a thought and having someone engage, argue with it, and expand it. Sharing an interest and...

They say we choose partners who reflect our deepest desires. But more often, we choose the ones who mirror our oldest wounds. I didn’t know I was replaying the moment my village turned quiet—until I kept falling for people who walked away. In this essay, I unravel how childhood experiences shape the kind of love we seek, tolerate, and confuse for intimacy. It's about exile, abandonment, the beliefs we form in silence, and what it means to finally see the pattern for what it

Not All Who Wander Are Free Barcelona Airport. May 2025. I’m heading to Rome for a long weekend. I’m no longer running away. I’m simply...

A star is born (or so they said) … I started first grade when I was four. My parents noticed I could follow along with my older sister’s...