Lovers, Dreamers and Commentators
Hey, you. Valentine’s season always has a way of exposing us. There are people who are in love, people who are in love with the idea of love, and people who are “fine” but tweeting through it with opinions, memes, and emotional commentary. It’s a funny time of year because somehow everyone is involved, whether they admit it or not. But if you’re in love, the real, soft, calm-but-exciting kind, I hope you’re letting yourself enjoy it properly. There’s no need to shrink it, downplay it, or act detached for aesthetics. You look at your person and smile for no real reason, and even thinking about them makes you feel lighter. It feels like warmth instead of anxiety, peace instead of confusion, safety instead of guessing. And then there are the people who aren’t necessarily in love with a person, but with the idea of love itself. The fantasy of it. The experience of it. The closeness, the companionship, the romance, the feeling of being chosen. Loving love more than loving someone ...