Love & Free Will: Memoir of Manifestation and Other Shit

Love & Free Will Memoir of Manifestation and Other Shit by ActionRoyale Prologue — A Thought in the Middle of a Thought Is it weird that I never care if I fall in love? I love love. I love to feel loved. I love to experience love. I love to be a part of someone else’s experience of love. That’s why I rarely make it the focus if I’m not getting it in return. Now at some point it matters— but usually it feels temporary, like a thought in the middle of a thought. When I see beginnings— the high of milestones— I smile at it, admire it, feel it through others. But is it weird that it doesn’t have to be me? I’m experiencing love regardless. Is this conditioned? Or inherent? If I never really fall, the pain never cuts deep. …Right?