Frankly in Love

by David Yoon

“Not kitschy, though. I hate kitsch. Kitsch is not seeing something for what it is, but what you think it should be.”

Here’s what I imagine rich people like Joy’s dad to be like: forever chasing a finish line that’s actually the horizon, never to be reached. Is that a kind of happiness too?

It makes me realize: love is a belief mutually held. As soon as that belief fades on either end, then poof, the whole thing falls face-flat like a tug-of-war suddenly gone one-sided.