āRomantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning Iāve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. Iāve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.ā
ā Melissa Broder, fromĀ āLife without Longing,ā The New York Times (9 February 2019)Ā












