Love at First Sight Hit Hard: My First Raw Surrender to Karine
My childhood bedroom in Belgium, December 2018. Posters of cyclists on the walls, single bed creaking under me. I’d just sent that email to Karine, spilling my guts about the lightning bolt in her Provence shop. Twenty years old, fresh off a dud relationship with Benedicte—my awkward first at fourteen, acne-faced neighbor who popped my…
