should any of you remain: hello.
i've spent the last year in self-afflicted mild isolation. with great space comes great reflection. one such realization that i've been trying to put into words is the lack of love in my heart.
i know it sounds super corny and somewhat plebeian of me to discuss something as paltry as love. especially here. but, my recent years have made a malcontent out of me and i am hard to impress these days. this last year, i have been called cold and heartless and the b-word more times than i would like to admit; such blatant accusations about my inability (or unwillingness) to reciprocate true feelings has prompted me to embark on a new blog challenge.
a series of love letters.
don't panic just yet. each post will be addressed to a nameless person from my past. while i would so love (ha) to fill this challenge with letters of adornment directed at chuck bass and darkside skittles, my primary aim is to celebrate actual life experiences and feelings with actual people that have affected me, even if we were never actually in love per se. each post will, in some way, provide a sense of closure for me-- which, let's face it, for me may just be reflection and projection.
as always, my lovely reader(s), i appreciate you working through this with me. your suggestions and support are always welcome.
affected,
a.
so you were never a saint
and we loved in shades of wrong
we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts,
but this love is brave and wild
