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Dina Honour's avatar

In Denmark, where we lived for 10 years, it was a tradition to bring small Danish flags to the airport and wave them maniacally when your loved one came out of the baggage hall. I cried almost every time I saw that. (And when we eventually left Copenhagen, our friends waved us off with flags and I lost my shit). Airport love is real.

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What a great piece!! I continually felt stymied by the Love Language thing. Yours makes a ton of sense. Listening! Remembering! Showing Up!. & more. I kept thinking that I must be super strange that one way I feel loved is if my partner gives me space. Somehow giving and getting space seems to be considered a weird, avoidant thing. To me, devotion, being there, really listening, paying attention, communicationg and allowing for SPACE is what love feels like. Am I odd? Well, I know I am, but I mean - is it that odd?

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