{"id":924,"date":"2026-08-06T11:59:22","date_gmt":"2026-08-06T11:59:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/imruls.blog\/?p=924"},"modified":"2026-08-18T10:48:56","modified_gmt":"2026-08-18T10:48:56","slug":"love-as-a-verb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/imruls.blog\/?p=924","title":{"rendered":"Love, as a Verb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" allow=\"autoplay; encrypted-media\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/soundcloud%253Atracks%253A2320999655&#038;color=%23ff5500&#038;auto_play=false&#038;hide_related=true&#038;show_comments=false&#038;show_user=true&#038;show_reposts=false&#038;show_teaser=true&#038;visual=false\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Absolute gems occasionally emerge from Spotify Radio. And my music taste has always felt a little like emotional cinematography, a way of changing the lighting to turn everyday moments into something more reflective, beautiful, and slightly filmic.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today I found \u2018<em>When the Day Is Over\u2019<\/em> by twominds, and it flooded my mind with visuals&#8230; of falling in love. Falling into that peculiar state where the world tilts slightly in your favour and ordinary life starts glowing around the edges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I promise I\u2019m not naive. I think. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">People fall <em>out<\/em> of love too. Sometimes quickly, and often for perfectly understandable reasons. But I don\u2019t regret the times I\u2019ve fallen into it, because they&#8217;ve made life feel more remarkable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019ve had plenty of conversations with people who describe relationships as almost adversarial, yet somehow I haven\u2019t wavered. If anything, they\u2019ve made me more certain of the kind of love I want to practise. Life is too short, and tbh too pretty, to be a fortress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And I\u2019ll let Hollywood keep the grand gestures, the airport sprints and declarations in the rain. What I daydream about is much smaller:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Bringing her coffee in bed after a late night.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Noticing when moments call for sharing the load. Sometimes that\u2019s a packed lunch to save her time. Sometimes it\u2019s snacks. Sometimes it\u2019s space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A hand against her waist as I walk past. Maybe a kiss casually on her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Catching each other\u2019s eye across a busy room and having an entire conversation without speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Bookshop afternoons, returning with an irresponsible number of books, then lying tangled together in bed, quietly reading separate stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Obsessing hard about ideas and exploring thoughts and feelings together, usually laced with dry humour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cups of tea on the sofa while raindrops tap against the windows. Not much to say, but nowhere else to be either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There\u2019s movement too:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Late-night walks through the city. Being the insufferably cute locals at a caf\u00e9. Christmas markets in Prague. Cheering at <a href=\"https:\/\/theworldbattle.com\/\">breakdancing competitions<\/a>. Wandering into moments rather than observing them from the sidelines. The kind of impulse that makes Chuck Krantz start <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ofHXmOD-4kA\">dancing<\/a> when he hears the drummer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Encouraging her towards opportunities that excite but also frighten her. Being a stable home without becoming her entire world. Having our own friends, interests and private corners, but occasionally opening the doors and inviting each other inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All of this imagery from a three-minute song. All of these tiny possibilities that appear when two distinct people make space for one another. Turning toward each other with affection, curiosity, and attention. Living for small moments as much as the big ones.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">What I\u2019ve described already exists as memory, instinct, and the way I know how to love. Maybe that\u2019s what I\u2019m learning to hold onto when I\u2019m on my own: that this capacity is still in me, nowhere urgent to go, just ready to be met when the time comes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And <em>goddamn<\/em>, does it make me feel alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Absolute gems occasionally emerge from Spotify Radio. 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