The World -2021- | Love At The End Of

That was the thing about 2021. We stopped saving love for later. Later felt like a lie. So we loved in grocery store parking lots, through masks and bad Wi-Fi, in arguments about vaccine appointments and who left the window open.

In between lockdowns and second-guessing every cough, something strange happened. We learned to love differently. Not the grand, cinematic kind — no airport dashes or rain-soaked confessions. But love in the margins. Love as survival.

And maybe that’s enough.

He said, “If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you.”

Love at the end of the world isn’t perfect. It’s messy, tired, anxious, beautiful. It forgets to do the dishes. It cries in the bathroom. It makes dark jokes and holds on too tight. love at the end of the world -2021-

But it holds on.

I remember sitting on a fire escape in April, sharing one pair of gloves with someone I’d only known for three weeks. The city was quiet. No planes. No traffic. Just the sound of us breathing, and the distant hum of a world holding its breath. That was the thing about 2021

And yet.

— for everyone who loved through the static So we loved in grocery store parking lots,