I’ve always equated romantic love with inspiration and creativity that come from interacting with another. Which is why all I ever wanted in a romantic relationship was to inspire each other and create together. For me, creation is the only meaning of love. Last night the sad memory of a door being shut [...]
fuck fucked love
How I miss the time when I didn’t have a clue who the man I loved was, the time when I’d think of him, and feel only endless, boundless love. So much love that I’d have to sing or dance or just laugh aloud with joy. The joy of having him in my life. But [...]