I’ve been a hopeless romantic for as long as I can remember. I have always immersed myself in love stories – from films, tv series to books – longing for the day when I would grow up and be in a relationship. One day I would have my moment. You know, the moment at the airport, the moment in the rain, the moment with a boombox outside my bedroom window. Call me crazy, but I believed it would happen. And then I grew up…

A boyfriend who was very much still in love with his ex? CHECK
Dated a narcissist whose giant gestures of adoration came with control and manipulation? CHECK
Getting together with the popular guy, who turned out to be emotionally unavailable? CHECK

After a series of bad relationships, I knew things needed to change. I decided to focus on me and took myself on dates, bought myself flowers, and chose to spend my time doing the things I love.