On Love

For anyone who has lived too long inside their own head.

A little note from me ♥

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I think about love every day. Not romantic love, though that too. I mean love as a state. Love as a place to live from. Love as the thing that becomes available to you when you stop living so completely inside your own head.

I have spent a large portion of my life in my head. I know it intimately up there. The endless analysis, the looping thoughts, the quiet hum of overthinking that can make even an ordinary Tuesday feel like something to be managed rather than lived. For a long time I thought that was just who I was. Cerebral. A processor. Someone who felt things deeply but experienced them mostly as thoughts.

What I have learned, slowly and imperfectly, is that there is another way to be in the world. And it lives in the chest.