I have done ridiculous and radical things to stay open. Thrown food. Pushed. Slapped. Sobbed. Stuffed Twinkies in my mouth with a stranger at midnight.
Your love will flourish from a different part of you, the part that is slightly more ripe, a little more rooted in yourself.
She nodded, letting her eyes drift back to the dance floor. “... The odds of two people being deeply in love with each other... just feels impossible."
I write to you because everyone you know wants this transformation for you, even if they don’t know how to articulate it.
If you postpone romance until you find a suitable human partner, you may end up searching your whole life and miss out on the real thing.
Love is comfort, connection, and unconditional partnership. How though will you know what to look for in love without seeing what it's not?