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 in my face haunted my dreams. An epiphany finally woke me up just before dawn, and didn’t let me go back to sleep again.

You know that love is gone when creativity isn’t shared.

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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