'This photo of Paul Mescal's eyeball just called me single in several different languages.'

I don't ask for much in this world.

A nice breeze sometimes. A little gossip to get me through the day. An endless supply of ambient rain videos to play in the background while I'm reading. My list is not very long.

But I am going to start asking celebrities to use trigger warnings on romantic posts that threaten to send me tumbling off an emotional cliff and into the waiting arms of Taylor Swift's most depressing melodies.

"Oh, you're being so dramatic, girl on the internet," you might say. "Actually, no! I'm not being dramatic enough!" I'll respond, in this made-up exchange we've entered into. But I'd prefer to think of you and me as friends, not enemies, so let's talk about why we're really here: Paul Mescal and his whimsical eyeball filled with love.

Overnight, I stumbled across Gracie Abrams' birthday tribute to her boyfriend of two years, Paul Mescal.

Image: Instagram.

Gracie's 30th birthday tribute to Paul was intertwined with a birthday tribute to her other friend, Clemmy (all the best people are born on February 2nd, Gracie declared! And she's right because it's also Shakira's birthday).

But their love was front and centre.

In a breaking news article about the Instagram post, People Magazine said that a "well-placed insider" confirmed Paul and Gracie are deeply in love. And for the purposes of this article let's just say, it's me. I'm the well-placed insider. Because I saw the post and I have opinions.

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Amid photos of them making out at dinner parties, making out in photo booths, making out at what appears to be rehearsals for the Eras Tour, and drinking tequila sodas at a baseball game (maybe!) there was one singular image that caught my attention.

It was an extreme close-up of Paul Mescal's eyeball.

And there, glistening in the deep blue sea of his iris was the unmistakable look of love. A glint of romantic obsession.

Okay, and also possibly the reflection from some nearby lamps and the lens of whatever model of iPhone Gracie Abrams is dragging around these days. But still, love was shining, shimmering, glistening, practically radiating through the photo. Love was bouncing around that eyeball with speed and agility, much like when Paul Mescal goes for runs in his little short-shorts.

That glint-filled eyeball called me single in about 15 different languages. And one of those languages was our shared Irish, of course.

Image: Instagram.

Not since I heard Olivia Dean's song I've Seen It, or watched Heated Rivalry, have I so believed in the concept of love. And yes, both of those things happened like one month ago, but time is fleeting and the creeping dread of singledom is forever (as far as I'm aware).

It's hard to stay locked in.

You lose your way, you fall back into cynicism, you ponder fleeing to the seaside to recoup, and then suddenly an aggressively zoomed-in photograph of a man's eyeball falls onto your feed. And you're reminded that Hugh Grant was right that one time and maybe love actually is all around. At least for the occasional celebrity and your one friend with a very good husband.

So, now what?

Paul Mescal's joyous eyeball is here to remind me that true love exists? Where are we to go from here? To walk the cruel streets of this world knowing such reverence, adoration and desire is somewhere in the eye of the beholder, but that doesn't matter because Paul Mescal is not beholding you? Tough pill to swallow, divas. But we must persevere. I hear the new Bridgerton season is good and has something to offer in the way of filling the romantic void.

Anyway.

Something to think about, I guess.

Feature Image: Instagram/@GracieAbrams.