This is devastatingly tender, Brynn. The way you thread love and life as both entangled and oppositional feels deeply true—a longing for one often reveals an ache in the other. That final line gutted me in its quiet admission. So many of us do know how to love—fiercely, selflessly, even ruinously—but remain bewildered at the act of living, as if life were some foreign language our bodies speak but our spirits never learned to translate.

Thank you for writing this. It’s not nonsensical at all. It’s the kind of whisper that echoes.