47. It Is the Curse of Existence

In the grand paradox of human emotions, the ones we treasure have VIP access to both the joy buzzer and the panic button of our hearts. The same hands that plant roses in our soul’s garden can unwittingly unleash a storm, leaving a trail of petals in disarray. It’s the price of admission to the arena of affection, where vulnerability is the ticket in.

After all, they know us down to our blueprint, each tender seam and hidden fault line. But take heart, for it’s in the ebb and flow of these extremes that the tapestry of connection is richly woven, each thread a testament to the messy, beautiful art of being human.