Dating is one of the worst things I care to imagine.
You meet a stranger. You make small talk. You try to determine if there is a potential to spend your life together. With the explicit goal of figuring out whether or not you want to have a relationship with them.
It’s barbaric.
I’d much rather continue falling in and out of love with my friends.
They know me, I don’t need to pretend, or put on facades or question my every move.
In reality, I’m only pretending though.
For a small moment, my heart lies with them. I see all their beauty and their potential. Then, as quick as the wind flies past, it’s gone. I fall in love again. Not lingering long enough to become a casualty.
Author: Anya Rose
I'm Anya. A single mum, a writer and someone still figuring things out as I go.
Writing has always been how I process the world, a way to untangle thoughts, sit with feelings and sometimes say the things I can't out loud. I write because it helps me and I hope it might help someone else too.
I've always been drawn to honest stories, the messy, real, beautiful kind and the people behind them. Music has played a big part in my life, especially the Glasgow hardcore scheme, as space that shaped me and still feels like home, even from the edges.
I believe in kindness, in showing up even when you're uncertain and in finding meaning along the way.
If you're also navigating your way through, you're not alone. You're welcome here.
"When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in" - Haruki Murakami
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