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The irony of love.
We all crave it. It’s part of being human.
The longing to belong—to be held. To feel needed and valued.
And yet, I see most of us (me included) cowering in the corner. The big cheese of love on the table beckoning us to devour it.
Mouths watering.
We know how good it tastes; we’ve had it before.
Heart beating.
We check our surroundings.
Is it safe?
Can we make it to the table and back without being hurt?
Calm down, beating heart.
The longing overtakes the fear.
Scanning the room, we make a mad dash to the next table leg.
Cowering behind it, sweating as we wait to see if someone saw us wanting the cheese. (That’s not okay, is it? Wanting the cheese all for ourselves?)
Sniff sniff.
Is it safe?
Peering behind the table leg, gazing upward.
There it is.
The big cheese.
Almost all mine.
F*ck, we want it so bad.
I’m also so scared.
Last time, I got hurt.
Last time, it wasn’t so fun.
Last time, I felt sick.
Shall I…?
Is it worth it?
Perhaps just a nibble?
Can’t devour it fully.
That’s not okay.
The moment has come.
Trembling, it’s now or never.
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
Shall I do it?
The cheese, the cheese, we want the cheese so bad.
Ahhh, all these mixed feelings—fear, safety, desire, past experiences resurfacing.
Is it worth it?⠀
You answer that question.⠀
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Is big love worth it?⠀
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Yep, it’s time for big love, baby.⠀
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Let’s get that cheese and devour it without fear.⠀
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