I found myself thinking that we often assume love begins with meeting someone.
Your essay suggests something more mysterious: that sometimes the capacity for love awakens first, quietly preparing a space before anyone has entered it. That's a beautiful inversion of how we usually think about longing...
Adrien - you have named it better than the essay itself did. We treat longing as the echo of something lost, when sometimes it is a room being quietly furnished for a guest who has not yet arrived - and perhaps never will. The ache is not absence. It is readiness. That you caught the inversion so cleanly tells me the piece found the reader it had been waiting for.
Thank you for reading this closely - it is its own kind of gift, and it made me smile.
One of the most striking ideas here is that longing doesn’t always point to a person; sometimes it reveals a part of ourselves that had been quietly waiting to awaken. The distinction between himeros and pothos gives that feeling such beautiful clarity. This stayed with me long after I finished reading.
Anne - yes, exactly there. Sometimes what we mistake for longing toward another is really homesickness for a self we have not yet become. Pothos points outward, and every so often the arrow curves back and lands quietly in us. That you followed it all the way - and carried it past the final line - is the most a writer could ask for.
Thank you for your generosity, and for holding the piece so tenderly. It made me smile to know it stayed with you.
I'll admit, I wasn't sure where you were taking me at first. But I kept reading, then read parts again, and by the end I understood why. Some pieces aren't meant to be hurried through. They're meant to be lived with for a while. Thank you for reminding me of that. And that final image of leaving the lamp burning anyway... beautiful. 🤍
A second reading is where it happens. Words stop being words. They become what passes between two lit rooms. And you understand, finally, who you were meant to be when you found it.
I found myself thinking that we often assume love begins with meeting someone.
Your essay suggests something more mysterious: that sometimes the capacity for love awakens first, quietly preparing a space before anyone has entered it. That's a beautiful inversion of how we usually think about longing...
Adrien - you have named it better than the essay itself did. We treat longing as the echo of something lost, when sometimes it is a room being quietly furnished for a guest who has not yet arrived - and perhaps never will. The ache is not absence. It is readiness. That you caught the inversion so cleanly tells me the piece found the reader it had been waiting for.
Thank you for reading this closely - it is its own kind of gift, and it made me smile.
With warm gratitude
Dominic🪶
One of the most striking ideas here is that longing doesn’t always point to a person; sometimes it reveals a part of ourselves that had been quietly waiting to awaken. The distinction between himeros and pothos gives that feeling such beautiful clarity. This stayed with me long after I finished reading.
Anne - yes, exactly there. Sometimes what we mistake for longing toward another is really homesickness for a self we have not yet become. Pothos points outward, and every so often the arrow curves back and lands quietly in us. That you followed it all the way - and carried it past the final line - is the most a writer could ask for.
Thank you for your generosity, and for holding the piece so tenderly. It made me smile to know it stayed with you.
Gratefully ✨🙏
Dominic
I'll admit, I wasn't sure where you were taking me at first. But I kept reading, then read parts again, and by the end I understood why. Some pieces aren't meant to be hurried through. They're meant to be lived with for a while. Thank you for reminding me of that. And that final image of leaving the lamp burning anyway... beautiful. 🤍
A second reading is where it happens. Words stop being words. They become what passes between two lit rooms. And you understand, finally, who you were meant to be when you found it.
Thank you for that reading 🙏🌻
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In gratitude,
Dominic