Talk to me about love. Tell me what it means to you. Tell me who, or what, your first crush was.  Tell me who you’re pining for and who you hate.  Obsession, hate and love are so closely linked.  Tell me about the boy in fifth grade who brought you a pebble with your name scratched onto it.  Tell me about your grandfather, aged eighty-six, kissing his wife goodbye.  Tell me about your new nephew and how you find it weird that you love someone you don’t even know yet.  Tell me about the way you think about that person before sleep and when you wake, horny, their face riddling your dreams, how you think of them still.  Tell me the awkwardness that aged thirty-two, forty, fifty-two: people still feel. Tell me the depths of heartache, unwrap your soul.  Tell me about the things you’ve done to get over it; to get away from it; to escape it.  Tell me if you still believe in it.  Tell me if you ever have.  Ever will.  Tell me everything.  Tell everyone. Reblog, like, send this as far and as wide as possible.

This is a social experiment from the founder of somethingeveryday.

Will you join in?

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