When You Bargain with Love

Most people are picking 
their love stories from
the dollar bin, not realizing there’s another reality available. They sift through the same recycled tropes, bargaining with themselves over which
scraps to settle for. 

There’s a kind of amnesia that can set in after you’ve
let go of something you once clung to with both hands.
It sneaks up on you in the quiet, in the empty space where the familiar used to be. You forget why you walked away. 


You forget the weight, the way it kept you bound.
And instead, you remember the shimmer—the rush,
the comfort, the way it felt 
when it was good.

A rule I have for myself is: I don’t pray to have something returned I once asked to be removed.

There may come the day when you realize, you gathered your energy and projected it onto someone. You elevated them, diminishing yourself
in the process. You shrank so you could look up at them. And because you’ve placed them above you, they begin to pull away. And you chase them—because that feeling of chasing, of longing, is what you’ve been taught to call love.

if you performed well enough, they would turn back and maybe throw you an occasional glance.
But then, inevitably, one of you will be mildly disgusted, like the feeling after eating too much pasta, and the whole thing falls apart. Until hunger sets in again, and the cycle starts anew.

People run this 
pattern for lifetimes. They collect relationships
like cheap trinkets,
turning them over in their hands, trying to convince themselves they’ve found something rare. But they’re still
shopping in the dollar bin, mistaking familiarity for love.



Real love isn’t about securing someone’s
identity to yours. It isn’t about playing out
the same tired cycle of 
longing and pursuit. It’s about stepping into the
primal energy beneath all of it—the place where love isn’t something you have to chase, because it’s already happening.

There is a vast, open space where
love is always making love, endlessly, where your body couldn’t be making love any more than it already is. And from that place, every relationship, every interaction, isn’t something you cling to for fulfillment—it’s simply the perfume of a love that is already whole, already sufficient, already overflowing.