on how it all started November 11, 2025 by Paula First times are always a bitch. Starting something new is always messy.And no—it’s not like I just woke up one day and thought, “Well, I’m unemployed, I’m single, I don’t know where my life is going, so I might as well start a blog.” If […]
I said I love you for the first time in a hotel room. Things ended in a one-hour, sixteen-minute call. I searched your ghost in corners and places in the city, I long ago packed my things from. I learned a language I can’t speak. And I bristled every time I heard my phone ring.
One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned in love is that effort doesn’t equal success—or more love. It’s not like sports or other skills, where you’d assume that the harder you try, the better the results.No.It was a hard and cruel lesson. So I’m not ashamed anymore.I can finally admit it. I’ve had enough heartbreaks. I’ve