“Do you have a plan?” Renee questions, bringing back an air of seriousness although I know she’s only asking because she’s my friend. “I don’t have a plan, which is why it feels so …” “Chaotic?” “Yeah.” I’m quick to agree with Sharon. It really does feel like chaos, and I’m not sure how it’s going to end without me being wrecked beyond repair. “Love is chaotic.”
She makes it that way. 🫠
