Everything I still don't know about love
Like any good 20-something with a penchant for millennial pink, I have, of course, read Dolly Alderton’s Everything I know about love . It was great. I'm always happy for loved-up friends to pepper my life with anecdotes about their relationships, have consumed excessive numbers of romance novels, have experience of both requited and unrequited love, and can recite any London-based romcom (with or without Hugh Grant) word for word. But here’s everything I still don’t know about love. I don’t know why some people get lucky in love, and others don’t. I don’t even know what I’d classify as ‘lucky in love', as someone who would have most definitely gotten restless and fucked it up if they’d met their soulmate at 18. I don’t know what a soulmate is, or if they even exist. I don’t know how to sustain a romantic relationship with someone while still retaining a sense of self and independence. I still don’t know a fail-safe method to get over someone, especially when th...
