I want my next relationship to be my last, that grow old love, that teach me and guide me love. Random moments at home or out. Days where we just exist in the same space, don't talk but random little hands on backs or waists without words while making lunch. Slow and calm. That's my best end game.

This year I'm teaching myself how to give up trying to control on the things I have no control over. I am becoming my own peace.