The fear of unrequited love drives many of us to prioritize control over connection, leading to cycles of superficial interactions and a world where love is elusive, its impostors are celebrated, and its healing potential is stifled.
I've had about 5, and a 'possible', serious romantic relationships in my life. Out of those, a couple stand out a lot more than others, and that is wholly because they were with people whom I consider to be soulmates.
I've always been a bit confused when 'only children' tell me how jealous they are of people who had siblings growing up.
