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Love — be it romantic, self, or otherwise — is rascally. A few undiligent weeks and you can lose yourself, parts of you breaking off in pieces as the sun rises and sets. You can’t go on cruise control, ignoring the shifts and starts and stops that the cultivation of love requires. You must be focused, diligent, present, otherwise it can slip away not all at once, but slowly, until you wake up disoriented, empty, confused.

This is how love breaks. Not in one swift motion, but tiny fracture by tiny fracture until it amounts to a crash. We don’t see it coming until it’s screeching at us, almost too late, giving only a small warning to change course.

You can fall out of love with your partner this way. You can fall out of lovewith yourself this way. You can fall out of love with your life this way. With

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