Healing doesn’t always look quiet or composed. Sometimes it’s messy and loud and a little ridiculous. But if you’re lucky, it’s also shared. Held. Witnessed.
This column won’t always be about romance, but it will always be about connection.
For millennials, it was their first taste of a hard truth: that sometimes, love doesn’t arrive in the right order. Sometimes, someone chooses someone else.
When love blossoms from a strong friendship, only good things follow.
