Love & Journalism
I’ve just gone through a break-up. It’s 2 a.m. and my computer screen casts light on my face in the darkness of my room. A past lover is posting selfies on Instagram. While he’s living his best life, I’m trying to finish a 2,000-word feature for the Review. I’m grappling with heartache and asking myself if any of it was real. Did he care at all? Staring at the blank screen, I wonder why heartbreak always hits hardest when you have a deadline.