Emily needs intellectual stimulation. She's been referring to herself in the 3rd person- just not a good policy. This is her idea:
All those people you watch- the couples, the man with the baseball hat cuddling his wife on a park bench, stroking her hair as their children run around in front of them. that old man sneering at the waitress in the cafe on the corner. That woman with the fire engine red hair who gives you coffee, and announces the fake name you've given her with a drumroll and a piece of history... Crawl in their heads. What does love mean to these people? How do they love? Why? Motivations? Insecurities? Turn ons?
I will be writing a series of blurbs from the perspective of these people that catch my eye, and write what I think they are feeling... No poetry. Journal type entries. This should be a challenge.
Welcome to Love Diagnosis.
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