Love Is
On a rainy late August evening, I found myself sitting in a neighborhood Parisian bar sipping my usual glass of Côtes du Rhône with a friend I have never met in real life before.
We were having one of those existential conversations that used to fill up our hour-long talks on the phone. I guess this is what happens when you meet friends on Twitter — it’s either an endless exchange of political or philosophical humor or discussions about life and surviving it. Or maybe it’s just me and the people I connect with. Anyway, this is not the point of the story.
As we were talking and laughing, touching topics on personal finance, mental health, and life perspectives, the conversation shifted to relationships. My friend spoke about his, in a manner of speaking, lackluster love life. I, on the other hand, basked in my lack of. Then came an unanticipated question from across the table — “What is love for you anyway?”
I normally provide quick answers to questions, but this has pulled me into a word struggle. In fact, this reminded me of that time in primary school when we all seemed to know what to write beside this slam book question.
