February 22, 2026

While I lean my head on a peripheral window sill, watching others taste it, I wonder if there's a fundamentally unlikeable part of me that scares it away. I like to assume that perhaps, I am blind to it's advances and temptations. That maybe, I just happen to miss the blinking opportunity. I heard them say that if you want it, like really really want it, the universe conspires to gift it to you. Have I not wished for it enough?