Brynn got me hip to a show called scrambled up. I kept blowing her off about watching it before bed, until tonight.
Of course it’s a show about words…..🥹
We gotta stop getting caught up in the semantics. Like what’s the reality of the conversation people. We getting stuck in some very silly places. I certainly don’t like ambiguity, but needing exact words won’t fix the house while it’s actively on fire.
The “ache” of the distance feels poetic. And some of us are just safer there. But real love, real love…is not content to remain only, a beautiful ache. There are loves we lose, and loves we simply just never risk. And that ache there…..shew.