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[atruestory]

Hah. I was just thinking the same thing.

Sticky-beaking indeed!

[heynameless]

Our converging lives are bound to come apart in their translation

I'm shaken by how much truth I see in this; do you mean that the love we [as humans] live is a mere interpretation of a feeling, an idea, an explosion, "greater than the two hearts that felt it"?

[junk_journal]

Such an astute question, Tracy, and one I hope I can answer. Like all matters which we view as transcendent, like death or life or generosity or grief, love for me is always beyond the frameworks we set to understand it; it encompasses each of our theories and defies them all. What is left then is a mere interpretation of a feeling - as you say - an idea of love individual to each. And the trouble with relationships is that this idea of love will always shift and change, because our understandings of it are separate and our hearts don’t beat the same. But the beauty of the thing is that there is still the will to find a way, to discover “an answer to our affections, even if we are convinced it is not there to be found.” There is a desire to traverse the distance between us even as we know we may never close the gap. And it is deluded, and it is reckless and it defies all common sense. But, in other words, it is love, or as close as we will get.

[alpacasforlunch]

i think your writing is absolutely brilliant. i can relate to this so much and it is written so beautifully that i think i am going to have to read it over every day.