There are things we can’t necessarily explain but have a deep longing to express.
I have this vivid memory of when I was 10, maybe 11 years old.
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I had written a poem -- about love, of course.
I sat in front of my parents who were resting, side-by-side after a long day and I told them I wanted to read it to them.
I want to quickly say that this memory is interesting because I have always felt uncomfortable being on a stage, performing or presenting anything, especially as a solo act - since I was a child. I still hate it and posting to social feels very similar, if not pretty much the same. My parents weren’t necessarily a full exception either, I recall feeling scared as I was reading it, afraid of what they would think but excited for them to hear it.
This was the poem (I can still remember most of it.)
(Don’t laugh.)
It’s called “Love”.
<Love is a feeling that enters your life.
And if you don’t feel it you just won’t survive.
It is something that blinds you when it may be near.
(I can’t remember the next line).
It will capture your heart and take your breath away.
It will move inside of you with every single sway.
It should be cherished forever and never thrown away.
Because love is very special and does not come every day.>
I look back to this moment all the time and lately it tends to come up for me quite often. In it I can see the possibility that I was destined to create Unloved from the moment I touched pencil to paper. I was meant to create something for others the minute I shared that piece of me with my parents.
So, this is me - the writer and creator behind Unloved. And for whatever reason, I feel this introduction is enough.
Thrilled and scared like no other to share all of this with you, because what it means to create with love is everything to me.