about love - but not in a conventional sense. i wrote a couple posts back that i'm hesitant to love. this i still find to be true, but only in the conventional boy-meets-girl, courtship sense. that's too easy for me (or perhaps too difficult to face?). in passing conversation i think my notions about this kind of love seem flighty or naive, perhaps a bit overeager.

but i've been sitting on this for years. and the incurable romantic in me can't resist embracing it - at least long enough to finish writing about it.