02/14/2026
Day 4 -
She didn’t grow up here.
But she grew into herself here.
Collingwood isn’t where she’s from — it’s where she became.
She has loved. She has let go. She has stayed soft anyway.
Her friends — the ones who showed up with takeout, stayed too late, made her laugh when she didn’t feel like it — carried her through the years that shaped her. She knows she needs people. She never pretends otherwise.
But she also learned something quieter:
She is good company, too.
A few weeks ago, she cut her hair — just enough to release the version of herself she had outgrown, she knew that Grace would give her the transformation she needed.
Then she walked into blink and chose something that felt unmistakably like her.
Bold frames in a deep, luminous blue.
Architectural. Thoughtful. Impossible to overlook.
Only one hundred of these were made for the entire world.
Not because she needed something rare —
but because she recognized herself in something that refused to be ordinary.
This Valentine’s Day, she’s caring for the life she built.
A reset was the next self care experience she wanted and treated herself to with zero guilt. She loves the owner Carey, and a visit with her always ends with not only exceptional skin, but deep soulful laughs too.
Next she went and purchased exquisite lingerie from even if no one else will see it.
Because romance didn’t leave her life.
It just changed direction.
Tonight, Margo slips onto a barstool .seven.nine orders a filthy martini, and sits beneath that impossibly beautiful chandelier, perfectly at ease in a room full of couples.
She isn’t waiting for a grand gesture.
She became one.
Later, she’ll go home, slip into an old university band tee, pour a white w**e spritzer from a box she keeps in the fridge, and text the group chat that has been her real love story all along.
Her name is Margo. No T.
