How to fall in love - by Antonia Bentel - ANTO AESTHETICS

Let us consider for a moment the mythic twinge of the heart muscle that is accompanied only by one distinct act: falling in love. It starts, perhaps, with a conversation. Not the first conversation, of course—that’s just syntax and sly flirtation, punctuation-as-peacock-feather, proof that you know how to talk to people with whom you want to have sex. Not even the second or third, though those are important in the narrative structure you are both unconsciously building, like two flirtatious structural engineers reinforcing load-bearing beams. No, it starts with the fourth conversation. The one that veers just a little too personal, a little too weird or revealing—something about the way you used to measure time by the shadows on the grass every summer, or how you sometimes cry after sex even when it’s good. The one that makes you feel like you’ve handed them a small, warm animal and asked them to look after it. The small, warm animal? That’s your life. Your innermost self. The “you” yo

Let us consider for a moment the mythic twinge of the heart muscle that is accompanied only by one distinct act: falling in love. It starts, perhaps, with a conversation. Not the first conversation, of course—that’s just syntax and sly flirtation, punctuation-as-peacock-feather, proof that you know how to talk to people with whom you want to have sex. Not even the second or third, though those are important in the narrative structure you are both unconsciously building, like two flirtatious structural engineers reinforcing load-bearing beams. No, it starts with the fourth conversation. The one