how does love stay alive? - by maja - velvet noise

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven When someone mentions they’re in love, there’s often an older voice nearby that smiles and says, “enjoy it while it lasts.” It’s rarely said with cruelty, more often it carries the soft fatigue of experience, the kind of knowing that comes from having loved and lost before. There’s tenderness in it, but also resignation, as if love was something always destined to expire, a temporary high doomed by human nature. I think I understand where it comes from. I know what it feels like to love earnestly, to lose, to rebuild and to try again. But if anything, those heartbreaks have only deepened my reverence for love. They’ve shown me how how miraculous it is to find a connection that feels both deep and mutual. Of course, I’m still young and learning what love truly asks of us. But I find myself returning to this question often: what makes some lo

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven When someone mentions they’re in love, there’s often an older voice nearby that smiles and says, “enjoy it while it lasts.” It’s rarely said with cruelty, more often it carries the soft fatigue of experience, the kind of knowing that comes from having loved and lost before. There’s tenderness in it, but also resignation, as if love was something always destined to expire, a temporary high doomed by human nature. I think I understand where it comes