I am a hopeless romantic. I love love. Not only the concept, but also the feeling of it. And if you were my roommate, you would be tired of hearing the stories I had with guys that I’ve recently seen. But I'm not here to talk about these guys, so don’t worry. I’m here to explain the hope and beauty of being a hopeless romantic.
What is love? We have defined love as “an intense feeling of deep affection” or “a great interest and pleasure in something,” but can love truly be captured in the essence of a few words? Poets,…
“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles Last week, my attempts…