I’m May— the one who starts the day with bergamot tea steaming in my favorite mug and ends it with vinyl softly spinning in the dark. I chase sunsets from rooftops, devour tacos in the pouring rain, and gather fleeting stories from strangers like seashells. I speak three languages fluently and curse creatively in a few more. My laugh fills rooms, my silence holds worlds, and I still remember exactly how the light fell across your face the day we met. I’m drawn to unfinished hearts, to people who carry their questions like lanterns. Perfection leaves me cold; raw, unfiltered presence sets me on fire. I live for those 3 a.m. truths, for pauses that say more than words ever could. If you can sit beside me in comfortable quiet and feel everything anyway, we’re already speaking the same language. I don’t need someone to complete me — I want someone to beautifully complicate me. Let’s create moments too vivid for any filter.