This post is an excerpt from Twenties Unscripted: A Journey of Womanhood, Writing, and Relativity. The full essay is available in the book, which is currently available for pre-sale here.
There are a handful of men, some from many years ago in my history, who still pop up from time to time and get my heart going. It’s a visceral, involuntary response to seeing their name, hearing their voice, or viewing their photo. It actually happened twice in the past two days. Two different men, two different moments, and the same reaction.
We all deserve LIKE. We deserve to spend the silent 4 a.m. moments of the day next to someone whom ignites electricity within us. We deserve someone whose presence makes us feel capable of locking lips with the sky. We deserve someone whom we would love to sit next to on cramped planes and in sweaty bars. We deserve the person whom we feel an insatiable and instinctual draw toward. Hell, we don’t deserve LIKE. We deserve love.