Normal People
You know… when I first watched Normal People, I couldn’t stop crying. And I think I know why. That story it feels like it’s mine. Not in every detail, but in the way love is shown there: deep, unforgettable, and somehow always just out of reach.
That’s what it’s been like for me. I’ve loved her for so long that it’s stitched into me. Even after everything, I can’t unlove her. It’s like my heart refuses to change its rhythm.
Sometimes it hurts, not because she’s a bad person or because I want to blame her, but because I just don’t know where to put all this love that only belongs to her. It’s heavy. It drags me back every time I try to move on.
And yet I don’t want her to feel guilty for that. This ache is mine to carry. It’s here only because what I feel is real, and real things don’t vanish just because they’re inconvenient.
So when I saw Connell and Marianne on the screen, loving each other, losing each other, never really letting go… it was like holding up a mirror. That’s why I cried. Because I realized this isn’t just a phase or a crush. This is the love that shaped me. And no matter what happens, some part of me will always be hers