Instead of sitting around trying to figure out what’s wrong, I’ve been focusing on what helps. Getting outside, changing my environment, letting life touch me a little again. And little by little… I feel myself coming back.

Since we're already in the thick of quarter one, I figured this was the perfect time to get honest with y'all about where my head and heart have been. Because love has been on my mind, not in the "text him back" way. In the what am I actually building toward kind of way.

I am a hopeless romantic.And not just in relationships, but in life. I love a good daydream. I love a good memory. I love replaying moments in my head like they were scenes from my favorite movie. Sorry, not sorry, I can’t help it.

When I saw that photo later, my stomach dropped. The girl I saw didn’t look like the one I felt like these past couple of months. And since then, it’s been hard not to replay that moment in my head, wondering if the confidence I felt was all in my imagination.