I read a short story just now and it was an extremely well-rendered horrific and enviable look into the intersection of identity and insecurity and love and relationships that
I really feel like a part of me is either broken or so robust it's just perpetually fixed
That twenty something game of ...what to even call it. Romance
I can't even imagine it. I mean I could, because it was so well-written. The way it swings along with self-esteem and comfort, so dependent on other people in a sense....
I really can't follow. That is to say I understand every possible person love interest being both different and attractive and rough around the edges , irritating
Have I ever been in love? How can you get crushes but not fall in love....
In a way I feel like - because crushes were so damn unpleasant and clearly delusional, I taught myself some absolutely brutal reality checking
Did I just straight up snuff my ability to have my feelings go all over the place?