Love Isn’t Dead, It’s Just Badly Dressed

Midlife romance deserves a better tailor and a second chance.

Let’s just get this out of the way: Love didn’t ghost you. It just got lazy. Wore the same sweatpants too many days in a row. Stopped saying “good morning” with intention. It wasn’t love that failed you it was how it showed up. Or rather, how it didn’t.

I used to think love was something that got handed to you when you were young, hopeful, and willing to ignore red flags like they were cute quirks. But now? I know better. I know love should hold your hand and your heart. And I also know love should never, ever show up in pleated khakis and emotional unavailability.

I didn’t find real love in my twenties.

I found it after the storm.

I found it in TK.

The Truth About Second Chances

Let me tell you something: There is nothing small about being loved well in your second act. It’s not some backup plan. It’s the headline. It’s the moment you realize, “Wait a minute… this is what it was supposed to feel like all along.”

It’s someone who sees your scars and doesn’t flinch.

Who knows when to step in and when to step back.

Who doesn’t fix you because they don’t think you’re broken.

And yes, love like this looks different now.

It comes with deeper conversations, fewer games, better eye cream, and slightly earlier bedtimes. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Love, But Make It Fashion

If my first love was a fast-fashion trend that fell apart in the wash, this one is couture. Custom-fit. Timeless. Measured. Intentional. Worth every stitch. 

TK shows up for me in ways that no movie montage could ever capture. He didn’t just walk into my life, he sat down beside me when things were hard, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I didn’t need a grand gesture. I needed a grown man.

I needed someone who understood that real love isn’t loud. It’s loyal.

And TK? He’s both.

If You’re Still Waiting, Read This

If you’re in your 40s, 50s, or beyond and wondering if great love is still out there, let me be clear: It absolutely is.

It’s not too late.

You’re not too much.

And the best parts of your heart are still unfolding.

Don’t settle for love that’s lazy, insecure, or wearing ill-fitting pants.

Hold out for love that holds you, beautifully, bravely, fully.

Because love isn’t dead. It’s just waiting to be reimagined by women like us who’ve lived enough to know what’s worth keeping and what never fit to begin with.