it feels like the first time

to experience love feels fullest, i feel such romance in friendship.

i think i live a romantic life; it is all.

in reality, i am realizing i value beauty, love, & romance. romance of all things! i gulp.

am i a romantic? is this queerness? is this love? is this the point?

love feels like god.

it consumes & inspires. oh my.

oh muse? is it so wrong?

i pursue love in all its forms. love is wholeheartedness.

gratitude. awe. reverance.

“decenter romantic love.” is it weird i feel the opposite?

“center yourself,” but love feels like the point.

decenter romantic love feels like another expression of individualism.

hard right.

what is community, friendship, religion, nature, care, good meals, art, joy, wonder, awe if not love?

to resist individualism, we must love. we must romance. i will ask more of my community and give more.

& i will do so without shame. to ask & give is to love. romance.

it feels like the point. i paint the world around me with love. not commercialized and shallow but deep and giving. unconditional, reciprocal, without grasping.

i sing the praises! to love! oh love!

to a life willed with it. it, acceptance. in pursuit of wholehearted, communal. to let it take you! life is nothing if not love.

we teach closure. dont let in, dont rely, dont ask too much.

ask too much. be too much. that is love.

and we all desire & deserve!

love, love, love and everything in between

our conception of love is messed up.