Love: Apart

In a flurry of Valentine’s Day social media posts, I read the most beautiful perspective on love last night.

Practically half-way around the world, away from a love deeply flourishing in me, this line really hit me.

“What if love was about sacred separation?”

As a fiercely independent genre, the kind who has always wanted to simply be more of herself, I’ve never really felt the need to merge anything with anyone. An adult child of divorcing parents, the traditional social narrative about union, marriage and happily ever after wasn’t as appealing to me as it was for most 20-somethings around me.

I was gonna take my time, see the world, and let my intuition serve me as a guide. In relationships and in life.

Today, I realize what I’ve grown to desire in romantic love over the years is a safe space to flourish, side-by-side, with another human. Somewhere I can give myself fully - and receive him, too. A place where it’s the vibe, the unseen exchange that fills us, individually, and as a team. As witnesses to each other’s raison d’être. In equanimity and reciprocity.

As equals and in sovereignty of self, for each other.

Showcasing a different definition of love - one driven by radical open-heartedness, an adventurous lifestyle, and an insatiable appetite for experiences. Committed to self, yet tethered together, energetically. Both touched and untouched by distance. A love that resonates beyond time and space.

Now, all I see is this kind of love as the merger I’ve been preparing for. A love that celebrates freedom, that fosters healing and growth. One that exudes romance, the kind that doesn’t need flowers or chocolates. And makes everyday a worthy holiday.

I’ll be your Valentine, too.

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Read the social post that inspired me here.