There’s something blissful about holiday romances. You could get the full essence of a relationship, the spark, the drama, the intimacy, and emotional damage in under five business days. They’re fast like a hurricane. A force of nature. A flame that burns bright with zero regard for future consequences. And yet...what a joy it is to hold someone’s hand on the beach. To look them in the eyes and agree, silently, that the rest of the world has simply been… temporarily deleted.

Victor Hugo used to write naked. So here I am! Well, he would have someone hide his clothes so he couldn’t leave the room until he...

I don't know how your Facebook/Instagram feed looked like at the end of August, but mine was full of end of summer melancholia.