> I needed to be loved by a woman, and it seems that I’m the woman for the job.
I love how you are showing up increasingly raw and open . . . such that even formerly fundamental self-definitions - super-precious at a certain time - are now worn lightly, and can fall to the ground with a Gallic shrug.
Why use categorical delimiters, when you espouse Alana directly?
p. s. I like Montréal a lot, also . . . visiting felt like "coming home," somehow. I don't even mind the cold, but I'm not a fan of real snow (as in a lot of snow).
> I needed to be loved by a woman, and it seems that I’m the woman for the job.
I love how you are showing up increasingly raw and open . . . such that even formerly fundamental self-definitions - super-precious at a certain time - are now worn lightly, and can fall to the ground with a Gallic shrug.
Why use categorical delimiters, when you espouse Alana directly?
p. s. I like Montréal a lot, also . . . visiting felt like "coming home," somehow. I don't even mind the cold, but I'm not a fan of real snow (as in a lot of snow).
Always love to hear your comments, Jack. The goal is to get uncomfortably vulnerable. Weirdly, it just gets more comfortable each week.
I'm happy to be back in a place with seasons. Something about the prairie girl in me, I guess.