You promised to love each other for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death did you part. But how do you let go of someone you still love?
A PRETTY THOUGHT ·
CULTURE & PERSONAL ESSAY
On growing older, questionable love stories and the four women I keep coming back to.
I was 19 when I first watched Sex and the City, and I wanted what those four women had.
Not necessarily the men. I wanted the endless brunches, girls’ holidays, conversations about absolutely anything and the reassuring knowledge that, whatever happened, there would always be someone to call.
