I write about love a lot. I’m a top writer in love on Medium.
But I have never once tried to describe love. I don’t dare. Because I’m sure I’ll get it wrong. Instead, I tell stories about it, and I hope that once in a while some truth shines through.
Like this one:
The Ghosts of Gay Loves Past
A gliding girl, a baseball boy, and one wrinkled old man
But when you say, “Love is actually a peaceful feeling that underlies a motivation for actualization,” I really like that. I find myself nodding along. And then the flying part. Yes. :-)