I love beginnings. Who doesn’t.
There’s nothing better than a brand-new notebook. All pages are blank. Nothing has yet been spoilt by spelling mistakes, bad handwriting or silly thoughts that I can no longer commit to a year later.
Or relationships for that matter. When you haven’t yet discovered each other’s many flaws, hurt each other with words spoken out of anger and you still feel the butterflies each time you meet, each time you kiss.
The same applies to starting...