As I jot this down, there’s a mix of sadness and relief. Love isn’t just a chemical reaction or physical attraction; it’s about presence and connection. The women I’ve loved had more than just charm—they had a unique essence. Even when love feels past tense, it never fully leaves. We’re all trying to grasp this feeling, writing and reading about it, but maybe we never quite do. And that’s okay.

As humans, we make many agreements with the world, with ourselves, formal/ informal agreements, knowingly or unknowingly. I am not good at this so, I can’t do that, the most common agreement. We dream of becoming something/someone. The idea of the dream of the world is not new. We all live in a dream. We assume everything against that dream is wrong. Who decides?