Your message—that part about love not being a fixed point—hit something I’ve been trying to ignore.
I always thought love had a shelf life.
An expiration date, stamped in invisible ink.
Once it sours, you throw it out, right?You don’t revisit spoiled things, but what if we’re wrong about the spoilage?
What if the problem wasn’t the love but the season it was planted in?
What if it froze before it bloomed?
There’s something beautifully foolish about believing in love a second time.
Falling again after the fracture.
Risking the same heart.
But maybe that’s what makes it meaningful—the willingness to hand over your bruised parts and say:
“Here.I’m still willing to try.”
And I think you’re right.It can only happen if we never really stopped loving.If the thread never broke, even when everything else unraveled.You said love might wait.I think sometimes it changes clothes.
It pretends to be memory.
Or music.
Or bitterness.
But deep down, it’s still pacing quietly, hoping you’ll turn around and say:
“You again?I’ve missed you.”
Thank you for not treating this topic like something cliché or disposable.
It’s been a long time since I felt safe enough to unpack love with someone.
Here’s my playlist.Not for falling in love exactly.
But maybe for recognizing it—again.
Songs for RealizingIt Was Always Love
“These Arms of Mine”—Otis Redding
“I Second That Emotion” —Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
“If I Fell” —The Beatles
“Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)” —The Temptations
“Time After Time” —Cyndi Lauper
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