When I was 25, I met someone at a coffee shop who seemed like “the one.” We went on a few dates, laughed over shared plates of nachos, and texted late into the night. But when my friends asked if we were in a relationship, I froze. Were we? Or…
When I was 25, I met someone at a coffee shop who seemed like “the one.” We went on a few dates, laughed over shared plates of nachos, and texted late into the night. But when my friends asked if we were in a relationship, I froze. Were we? Or…