It’s not a skill to make someone feel desirable. It’s not impressive to crave a body when you don’t even know it’s grief. I am not hard to want. But I am hard to hold. Hard to know. Hard to get close to.

There is something deeply tragic about how love is spoken of today. Not love, really, desire. Lust dressed up in aesthetics, marketed as closeness. Infatuation that burns hot and fast, then vanishes with the first discomfort. We live in a time where the word “connection” is used so lightly, but experienced so rarely. Where the craving for bodies is... See more