OOO

It’s been funny to see how my ability to experience love has expanded as I grow older.

I am going to be forty six soon. Only saying it because you‘re joining the “Clube dos Enta” today (we’d say that in Brazil).

I’ve always said love was meant to be felt. Period. Often declining the mere tentative of defining it in words. Maybe was the Pisces thing. Perhaps my inability to write. Maybe my Dyslexia. These are things I keep telling myself.

My truth is: I now allow myself to go from the total subjective Pisces-Xandism of only allowing love to be felt to seeing, smelling and hearing it. Can we refer to love as it?

The struggle is real dear ESL pals.