(and so much other crap that compromises keeping our hearts strong and open)
Now that I’ve got your attention with that incredibly dramatic title, let me just say
I love love. All of it.
I mean, I love romance and flirtation and devotion.
I love that feeling when you first meet someone that you like, that feeling that you get when you haven’t even met someone but you’re just finally OPEN to it. Like yeah… I can go there.
I almost, ALMOST even like that feeling when you have just broken up with someone you truly deeply loved. Like you know even though the air around you hurts you did something real and magical there.
I love lusty, and sensual. I love that feeling when you are truly inhabiting yourself and people stop and look when you walk by. Even though you haven’t brushed your hair and your wearing clothes the dog slept on (or maybe they can tell.. who knows)
But you get my point.
I love feeling connected; with myself, with the world around me, with potentially a pretty hot human.
And then there is Valentines Day.
And it’s just not fucking helpful.
