

A collage about skepticality in love. When I finished this piece, I was leaving a romantically ambiguous situation. He inadvertently dragged me into his reality, not expecting me to have the one psychological motivation that could disarm him. Love, and one that wanted nothing from him- other than reciprocity. That situation left me a bit skeptical, but hopeful for something real. As I write this piece description two years later, I have just left another romantic situation. Less ambiguous, no less nuanced. He also dragged me into his reality, and said aforementioned psychological motivation couldn’t save either of us. Since I also dragged him into my reality once he dragged me into his. So, I'm still feeling quite skeptical.