In my experience, love takes you. You think there’s a choice, but not really. It’s that first moment, and you can always trace it back. Something in the speech, or even more the pause…

When it stares you in the face is when it scares me. When everything you’ve done to push/pull has led you to this, and now you’re here.

And you choose to open…that kills me.


Happy V-day Love Rebels,