I've completed season 2 of Bridgerton this week and it's such a beautiful display of everything I've longed. A love that will make everything else disappear and that will make it hard for me to breathe (in a good way of course lol) But I've often had to remind myself that the things that I feed my mind with, these silly incarnations of what love is supposed to be only creates an unreal expectation that I for one think is unhealthy. Realism is so important yet so rarely sought. Tragic eh.