Love is such a chaotic little word-kind of like that sibling you secretly hope was adopted, isn’t it? One minute I’m obsessed, the next I am side eyeing it like it just stole my last fry. I’ve been sitting here debating with myself for the last fifteen minutes about what to even say about it. Dramatic, I know. But here’s the thing—what I love today might be the very thing that annoys me tomorrow. Take this, for example: a cozy, rainy evening with a bowl of cheesy ramen in hand (small portion, of course—can’t risk getting fat), wrapped in the fluffiest blanket while watching a rom-com K-drama. Sounds dreamy, right? But wait, the fan must be on, blowing my hair…
Do I love everything? Do I hate everything?
