True-ple Love

After the first covid wave, at the end of summer, my cousin, her best friend and I broke up with our long term relationship (perfect) boyfriends. We’ve never been truly alone until this moment. The three of us starting to hang out with each other, something we hadn’t done for a while and we had forgotten how pleasant friends’ company was. We found a new group of (only boy) friends for new adventures and it all started here. The « trouple » was born, the 3 Musketeers were ready to see how single life works.

Chasing men after men, trying to build a solid friendship with other men, lows, highs, lows, highs, lows, looking for rock bottom, hitting rock bottom, dig into the rock bottom, sleeping into the rock bottom, making rock bottom a life style, then high again (missing the confort rock bottom zone)... at the same time we all fell in love with toxic, non available, dick men. 11 months of fun, parties, alcohol, tears, mental breakdown, happiness, dates, depression, detox, food, men, deep talks, love talks, laugh, poker, trips, wine (WINE again), tiktoks, meeting new people, love, musics, etc..

I’ve never been as symbiotic as I am with them. I’m in love with my fabulous toxic couple, they’re so like me. FOMO when they’re doing things without me. Feeling their feelings even when they’re far from me. And now, after looking back on this crazy, nonsense year I can finally say that I’m so happy to be alone for the first time of my life and nothing is more important, beautiful and peaceful than true friends’ love.