sometimes we donโt want love. we want to be chosen. to be seen fully, in all our chaos, silence, and need, and still be the one someone reaches for without hesitation. real connection isnโt loud. itโs in the small things. how someone stays when youโre quiet. how they look at you when you think youโve said too much. how they donโt flinch when youโre not easy to hold. thatโs what we ache for. not perfection. just presence.
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romantic lover
There you were, and it was like springโ
Mary Oliver, from "There you were, and it was like spring" in Red Bird
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Early 50's male from the northeast. If your blog is blank or has no description of who you're, then don't attempt to follow. You will be blocked. What you'll find here is what intrigues my mind and stimulates my soul, nature, athletics, humor, solitude, and sometimes NSFW, just to list a few. Dont be shy to ask questions. I won't bite unless you're into that, lol. I love the outdoors and spending time alone.
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