imprintedintime
I grew up suspicious of the word "love" itself, torn between neat dictionary definitions, the Gita's warnings about attachment, and people who blushed, dodged, or went silent when I asked what it meant. My first relationship with someone completely unlike me became a live experiment, where what I felt was intense, creative, and all-consuming, yet it left me swollen-eyed, sleepless, and spiritually tangled, still unsure where genuine love ends and painful attachment begins.