I have been thinking about this because most people are addicted to the wrong kind of spark🤔. They chase the drama, the uncertainty, the high. The men who make their heart race and their stomach flip. Then they wonder why nothing ever lasts. I used to do the same thing. I would meet someone who gave me butterflies and I would tell myself this is it. I would ignore the red flags because the spark was there and I thought that was enough.

Now I know better. A spark is just a spark🎇. It does not mean you belong together. It does not mean you want the same things. It does not mean they will hold your hand when you are sick or sit with you in silence when you have nothing left to say.

I want to know what you think. Not the polite answer. The real one. Have you been chasing fireworks too or have you already learned what I am learning? Write back to me and tell me your story. I am listening💗.

Elena🌸