Love At The End Of The World -2021- May 2026

That was the thing about 2021. We stopped saving love for later. Later felt like a lie. So we loved in grocery store parking lots, through masks and bad Wi-Fi, in arguments about vaccine appointments and who left the window open.

But it holds on.

— for everyone who loved through the static love at the end of the world -2021-

And yet.

love, apocalypse, memory, hope We didn’t know it then, but 2021 was a year of small endings. Not the dramatic, fire-and-brimstone kind — more like the slow fade of a song you didn’t realize was playing. That was the thing about 2021

I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.

And maybe that’s what I’ll remember most. Not the fear. Not the news tickers or the graphs climbing toward tragedy. But the way we held each other at the edge of uncertainty, and decided it was still worth it. So we loved in grocery store parking lots,

Here’s a draft for a blog post titled — written in a reflective, poetic, slightly melancholic style, as if looking back from a near future. Title: love at the end of the world -2021-