I have not read about romantic love in this complex way in which seemingly contradictory feelings and experiences are held together in the same heart space.
This, in particular, blew my mind:
"love is not something to survive, it is, instead, something to celebrate and nurture. What if walking away lovingly, without resentment, is the kindest, truest act? How would it appear if feeling valued didn't depend on being chosen?"
Non-monogamy as a relationship style has taught me a lot about love and its various forms. I think embracing the contradictions and not having things fit squarely into one category makes me more tolerant. I have to remind myself that everything changes and nothing is static (except for death, taxes and maybe love.)
I’ve been thinking about love in terms of energy: it’s abundant, can’t be created or destroyed, but can shapeshift into something new. My focus is the shift into newness, which is usually scary as heck! But I appreciate you reading and glad something resonated.
I'm always blown away by your brave and generous vulnerability, as you take us along for your ride. I loved the last section, beautiful observations, writing, and metaphors.
In the throes of our visit to the Alhambra, I found Charles V to be a bit delusional but heartbroken after losing his wife to illness- but when your heart is broken, I understand the need for fucking off and elf exploration .
I have not read about romantic love in this complex way in which seemingly contradictory feelings and experiences are held together in the same heart space.
This, in particular, blew my mind:
"love is not something to survive, it is, instead, something to celebrate and nurture. What if walking away lovingly, without resentment, is the kindest, truest act? How would it appear if feeling valued didn't depend on being chosen?"
Non-monogamy as a relationship style has taught me a lot about love and its various forms. I think embracing the contradictions and not having things fit squarely into one category makes me more tolerant. I have to remind myself that everything changes and nothing is static (except for death, taxes and maybe love.)
I’ve been thinking about love in terms of energy: it’s abundant, can’t be created or destroyed, but can shapeshift into something new. My focus is the shift into newness, which is usually scary as heck! But I appreciate you reading and glad something resonated.
I'm always blown away by your brave and generous vulnerability, as you take us along for your ride. I loved the last section, beautiful observations, writing, and metaphors.
Thank you, senpai 🥹
In the throes of our visit to the Alhambra, I found Charles V to be a bit delusional but heartbroken after losing his wife to illness- but when your heart is broken, I understand the need for fucking off and elf exploration .