The Twenty-Sixth One.
Morning, Subheading: Putting the wrong emPHAsis on the wrong sylLABle. It begins in the undercurrents where it counts. They want your edges, your realities, your dreams, fascinated and captivated, minds meeting in the center, where separate worlds collide. Magnetic magic only deepening in time. So promise me you'll take no one who shies from your oceans. Your tides. -Victoria Erickson I have always felt this certain way about love, specifically in this blog I am referring to romantic love, and nearly everyone I have explained this to has told me it is... well, weird. I don't need someone to reciprocate my version of love for me to feel that way toward them. Feelings don't have deadlines; we all experience and move through love at our own pace. It has never occurred to me that someone moving at their pace was an indication that I shouldn't move at mine. This has been true both when I have felt in love first (more common), and when I received an admiss...