Grish's blog

Dear Heart, I must confess: I thought it would be easy, writing a letter to you. I'm a romantic. I think about you all the time. Yet here I sit, Stuck. By your range of emotion. I soon learned that the lowest lows cause the highest highs. By your faith. In the kindness of others, in the existence of love. Together, we hold to our belief that we will find what we seek. I couldn't live this life without you, Heart. And I guess that's what this letter should really be about: The number of times I've wondered if I could. The number of times I've imagined a light switch on my heart, and almost wished I could switch it to "off." If only I didn't long for love, for connection. If only I could be a machine. No loneliness. No pain. If only I could be even more of a work horse. Never stopping for a date. Never desiring to share my life with another. Never needing to spend the time that that necessarily calls for. If only that entire aspect of my life would just