Fleabag

March 2024

Love

is awful.

It’s embarrassing, it’s gut-wrenching, it’s—literally—heartbreaking.

It’s putting all your trust in someone

for them to turn around

and choose differently—and the worst part is,

they’re allowed to do it.

Love can’t be forced

and it’s worse to live with fake love, than no love at all.

It’s anxiety-inducing,

panic-attack-inspiring,

it’s triggering, it’s lonely, it’s uncertain.

So, I guess,

that’s why we don’t want to do it alone.

Because, oh boy, is it wonderful

when you do it together.

To love,

and be loved in return?

that must be the best feeling on the planet.

It’s extraordinary.

It’s the feeling that great art wishes to encompass,

but never fully will.