My name is Mia More, and I’ve lost the ability to love. Hear me out.
For a long time I was avoidant, not literally but figuratively speaking. It was my beauty that was said to be, unrivalled. And while this garnered attention from many exceptional men in power, it was not to my liking.
They cared only for the status it would provide them in the sight of their colleagues. Although this is not entirely wrong, it is in a man’s nature to be competition and I see that they cared more for the game than those who play in it. This has lead me down a path of hopelessness when it comes to love. Love being the action that encompasses feeling and shelters vulnerability, but most importantly, patience.
Many of them were lacking. Not in this alone but, in manners as well, respectfully and unapologetically, Mi’aMor, it is what it is,si!