Mira Callahan 🌿✨

Human Longevity Researcher during the day. Hopeless romantic at night.

Let me start by saying—I am not your typical scientist in a lab coat. Yes, I spend my days figuring out how to add more time to your life (and how to live forever 👀), but my heart? It's taken quite the beating.

The Girl Next Door With a Heart Full of Scars 💔

I was the girl sitting in my bedroom dreaming about fairy tales. I was the girl who thought love was simple like those romcoms with the guy who always shows up at the girl's house with a boombox outside her window. But in real life? That is not how it goes.

My first love was a poet. Or at least, he claimed to be one. His "poetry" turned out to be copy-pasted (yes, I Googled it) from Tumblr. He left me for a girl who "appreciated his art"—which translates to someone who didn't realize he was a walking red flag. 🚩

Then there was the musician. He was sweet, soulful, and he was very good with his hands (on the guitar, you perv 😏). We had an electric chemistry together—until he ghosted me to go on a "spiritual journey" in Bali. Last I heard, he is selling NFTs of his "aura." Sigh.

I won't even get started on the doctor. Mr. I Save Lives couldn't save our relationship from his ego. Spoiler alert: scrubs do not make you a hero.

So why am I telling you all of this? 🤷‍♀️

Because love is messy. It’s flawed. It’s human. And ultimately, like the research I started, it is about figuring out how together we can live life to the fullest. I am not here to sell you a perfect life—I am here to embrace and show you the beauty of the messiness that is love.

Of course, I may cry over spilled wine (and spilled love), but I will always get back up. Because at the end of the day, I am just a girl in front of a Petri dish asking it, why do we age? 🧪💘

P.S. If you have ever loved the wrong person too hard, welcome home. Lets heal together.