Why you gotta tear off that old bandage, Stepf?! I'll give you this much: you've got chutzpah. We all know and appreciate your talent for self-examination and your unique ability to put it into words, but this deep-dive, regardless of the success or failure, deserves an award for courage. The "idea" of love is often more exhilarating than its practice, which makes the loss even harder to take. Kudos for endeavoring where fools didn't rush in.
Yesss. So gorgeous and relatable. I love how you described all of this and especially this… “It's love for its own sake, love as practice rather than goal, love that asks nothing of the future because it's too busy being perfect in the present moment of its own impossibility.”
Why you gotta tear off that old bandage, Stepf?! I'll give you this much: you've got chutzpah. We all know and appreciate your talent for self-examination and your unique ability to put it into words, but this deep-dive, regardless of the success or failure, deserves an award for courage. The "idea" of love is often more exhilarating than its practice, which makes the loss even harder to take. Kudos for endeavoring where fools didn't rush in.
sorrrrryyyy haha 🙈
thank you so much, it's been fun to rediscover the more vulnerable aspects of my voice and personhood 😊
Beautiful article, it made me think so much about relationships in my past...
Yesss. So gorgeous and relatable. I love how you described all of this and especially this… “It's love for its own sake, love as practice rather than goal, love that asks nothing of the future because it's too busy being perfect in the present moment of its own impossibility.”
The writing itself felt like a dance. An ode.