Curate, connect, and discover
What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:
I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of
yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.
I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.
Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?