kay. so dont expect a handshake when we meet.
this post deserves to be published.
as i have no power over that, i do very much plan to give you a big ol hug, just for writing this.

this is an exceptional post on love.
this is what i've only recently began to feel okay to feel and express and write about, and yes, those are three different acts, actually.

the dares, the chances, the mistakes... isnt this where love and its active counterpart called romance, or intimacy, or passion, bloom?
the questions, the convos, the learning, the joining... this is work in one way, but silly humans get confused when you use the same word (ie work) in a variable of contexts.
and this is silly, cuz it serves to unfocus the lens of our individual drives.
so silly. often funny, more often painful, but jeez louise... what if people just got used to takin some chances and doin some crazy ass shit to show the extent of their passion? of their love?
how cool would that be?

so thank you for posting this.
its the most brilliant thing i've read in years.
your "mis"use of gender, makes it even more better or whatever:
pancakes=syrup.