As someone who is a complete and utter hopeless romantic, I find that whilst the physical is a big aspect of relationships for me, that’s not what I’m craving most. It’s the emotional intimacy, being able to know someone and how they think, inside and out.
Something about the stars in the late evening, chasing away the sun, is my idea of freedom. It’s where the day washes away, and you can reinvent yourself should you choose. Or, if you prefer, you can stay the same.
What is it that makes you fall in love? Is it comfort? Security? Pleasure? Happiness? Beauty? I’m noticing a trend here. Many of the things that are characteristics of the people we fall in love with are also characteristics of the places we fall in love with.
It wasn’t as though the writing was lifeless and uninspiring, it was that it just wasn’t happening. At all. I’ve been looking for a way to say this for the past couple weeks, but never really found the right words to say.