Some love bullshit literature…
I am a visual animal and he is an auditory animal.
So is our love more about love upon hearing or love upon sight?
After all, none of us are motivated by sex.
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I dragged my suitcase to him and told him - I'm not here for you.
As he spoke, he opened his arms and hugged me.
How did things get to this point?
In his arms, with my face pressed against his slightly cold leather jacket, I couldn't help but think - + Is this the love I want?
First person narrative
May we all find lofty ideals or a peaceful life.
Intention: Travel thousands of miles for love, retreat thousands of miles for ideals