Thanks, Love

She works retail. She’s sleep-deprived. She has a very complicated relationship with peanut butter. Oh, and she might be in love with a barista who calls her love too often for her sanity.



Between customer meltdowns, late-night Choco milk therapy sessions, and way too much overthinking, Aurora is holding it together with caffeine and sarcasm. Barely.



This isn’t your cute little fluff. This is chaos. This is coping. This is the kind of story you read when you want to laugh, spiral, and feel mildly attacked.



“Thanks, Love” is what happens when you put too much hope in eye contact and not enough in therapy.