In between lockdowns and second-guessing every cough, something strange happened. We learned to love differently. Not the grand, cinematic kind — no airport dashes or rain-soaked confessions. But love in the margins. Love as survival.
But it holds on.
[imagined: December 31, 2021]
I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. love at the end of the world -2021-