Love, A Risky Dancer

2026-01-01

A quiet reckoning with love and its edges — the question of whether what came before was love at all, and what might still be waiting.

I think in the same way that darkness must coexist with light, love lives right next door to heartbreak. To suffering. To pain. To chaos.

Love dances so closely to the edge of disaster, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.

Or maybe love isn't supposed to look that way at all. Maybe I haven't truly felt it.

Maybe love will take my hand. Pull me from the edge. Lead my stumbling feet. Caress me in an unfamiliar way.

Maybe I haven't even danced yet…