Tell Me Why: A Cold Case Nobody Asked Me To Solve
He was the subject of my limerence. The greeting he invented is gone, and months later I am still building a case file on why. Closing chapter to this particular series.
I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
The Limerence Relapse
Round two of the crush I swore I wasn't going to write about, and this time there's no pretending the outfit choice was an accident.
Your Limerence is Showing
A near-miss on a Guatemala street corner reveals a crush too embarrassing to admit to anyone, including myself.
