Sky's Falling
Call me romantic.
Dear sweet one,
It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m thinking of you. I know it’s controversial, but I like that we get the opportunity to dote on each other during a specific day of the year. I think we actually do need the reminder. I also think Valentine’s Day should be once a month. Maybe then we’d have no choice but to remember that love is our greatest skill and the root of our sustenance.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how special it is that we get to love each other while we’re here, on this giant spinning rock. I’ve been curious about how sharing love with someone else—or even just the prospect of it—often shifts my entire paradigm. It gets me high. It rattles me, and at the same time, completely blisses me out.
I can have very little data about a situation, and yet if there’s chemistry or a connection with another person, it feels like I’ve been plugged in. I’m still me, but turbocharged. It’s just so exciting to love. Why?