I once believed love was a spark—those fleeting moments of wonder. The rush of a first date, the dance of discovering someone new. They felt like the pinnacle, the beating heart of the story. But now, I see those moments differently. They’re the invitation, the toll paid to enter the deeper connection terrain. They’re the prologue, not the essence.... See more

Talking about love is one of the grand traditions of being alive: what it means to fall in and out of it, how to keep it, how to grieve it, how to live for ourselves and toward another .1