I decided to journal about this after I saw a substack on “the weight of wanting love” the writer captured how the desire for love regardless of how you choose to navigate life will still creep up on you so beautifully . I have so much platonic love in my life and I’m extremely grateful but sometimes I feel so empty. When I look at my life, academically? I’m thriving. Physically? My body is tea, I’m healthy, financially I’m doing good, my friendships are going so well every single aspect of my life is going well expect the one that doesn’t exist, my romantic life. Just at a crossroads with whether or not I’m ready to go back to dating someone and allowing my self to fall in love again.