My generation grew up differently, though. We knew love in brief moments: single smiles with a passing stranger on the train, in an exchange of awkward compliments via messages, in consistent likes received on our social media. In our minds we rolled through glades of bluebells in a euphoric awakening from our heavy lives whenever we felt an inkling of attraction and acceptance. As quick as we felt, we acted. We moved on impulse before we changed our minds and of course this was thrilling, but also the worst of all habits. What can we truly know if time hasn’t shaped it? At least, that’s been
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