I must be doing something wrong

Because it feels a little like last year all over again.

I am searching for the perfect word for this thought that came to me while I was having a shower: as I move forward into love (and loving), I discover that it always takes a form of unraveling. Sometimes disentangling frees you into clarity; sometimes it pulls the rug from under your feet and you come undone.

I think I've experienced both, but neither from the persons I expected them from.

My countdown to 30 has officially begun.