Nikki Westcott

Luteal.

Luteal Fairs.

Okay, lucky last one for me.

The Girl Who Got Away.

I think what's been the hardest to let go of is how real it felt in the small things.

The care packages after flights, all the foods you knew I'd be missing from living abroad, the cocktails while we got to get to know each other, specifically.

The thoughtfulness, the effort, the way I felt noticed in a way that felt rare.

The way I felt noticed in a way that felt rare.

That's why it ignited me.

It felt like I was living a movie or the love story I'd always dreamed about.

The way we spoke about life, the way we imagined our spaces, the way everything seemed to line up so naturally.

It felt like I'd finally found something that fit.

And then I told you I was moving home and everything changed.

You changed.

That's the part that hurt.

How something could feel so warm and so right and then suddenly leave me so confused.

How I went from feeling on top of the world to feeling like I had to read the room, the silence and read between the lines.

And that was never going to be enough for me.

I do believe we could have been beautiful together, but real love doesn't go cold when things get real.

The man I need.