How do you write about love if you've never been there before?
Been there; as if it were a place. As if love were an X on a copy of a treasure map that seems to be in everyone's back pocket but mine. I've heard stories about people that have found it. Visited or even planted themselves there. They often speak of the warmth that envelops them. Talk of a wholeness. Complete. Brave, bold together against the world. And where am I? My own little corner of the world kept cold and still. Frozen over by my own mistakes and insecurities. Sure, some people stop, but not for long. As if anyone would choose to brave the chill longer than they have to on their way to where they really want to be.
And how could I blame them?