I’m bad at deciding.

I’m bad at deciding.
Probably one of the more embarrassing posts I’ve ever written. That’s what makes it honest.
I don’t want you to think of love as rag doll, always one blunder away from being ripped away forever.
Back to writing fiction!
An essay that way overuses The Great Gatsby as a metaphor.
Rethinking intimacy and connection as a magic unreserved for specific relationships.