Dear Katherine,

I know your time is limited since you are in love with both Salvatore Brothers… so I’ll make this short.

You definitely know a thing or two about dating after a broken heart 💔 What advice would you give to someone who would like to find companionship again?

Sincerely,

Angela

My dearest Angela,

First of all, thank you for acknowledging the exquisite chaos of loving both Salvatores. Most people can barely handle one brooding vampire—I, of course, had the audacity to manage two. But enough about me (for now).

You're right—I do know a thing or two about dating after heartbreak. I’ve loved passionately, lost devastatingly, and yet here I am, still standing—stilettos sharp and standards sharper.

So, let’s get to the advice you came for:

Fall in love with your own life first. Build something so beautiful, so bold, so you, that anyone who wants a place in it has to rise to the occasion. Your joy, your peace, your power—those are sacred. Protect them like your favorite shade of lipstick: rarely shared, never smudged.

Don’t rush. You’re not running out of time—you’re stepping into your prime. Let the healing happen, and let it teach you. Scars don’t make you less desirable; they make you interesting.

Know your worth, then add interest. You are not a consolation prize. You are the main event. Only accept attention that feels like admiration, not obligation.

Flirt shamelessly. Practice being seen again, if only for fun. You deserve a little heat, even if it doesn’t lead to a slow burn. No expectations—just magnetism.

Avoid fixer-uppers. You’re not a life coach, a therapist, or an emotional dumpster. If someone needs saving, point them to a self-help book and keep walking.

Keep some mystery. Share your story with someone who earns it—not someone who’s just curious. You are not an open book. You’re a spellbound novel with gilded edges.

So when you’re ready to let someone in again, don’t look for someone to complete you. Look for someone who sees the life you’ve built—the one you’ve fallen in love with—and says, “I’d be lucky to be part of this.”

Because you, my darling, aren’t waiting to be chosen. You’re choosing. Always.

With all my wicked little heart,
Katherine