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Romantic Love

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Sy’s New York Diary

The city so easy, after all, alive for me like some lover never truly left behind, never truly known: the perfumes, the hidden places, the exquisite fears and sweet temptations of the night.

By Sy Safransky March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Making A Marriage Work

When asked “am I happily married,” my unquestioning response is yes. But why? Before I was married, I definitely felt a need for love, something deep, and someone to whom I could completely open up without being afraid of rejection.

By Ann Tolley March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

You Can’t Lose Him

Can’t you understand? Can’t you see people cannot live together, freely and with love, till they have learned to live alone, to be alone . . . Neither he nor you are at that point.

March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Sweet Suicide

Confuse love and romance too long and you end up a suicide. Aloneness is the final, undeniable reality of life.

By Sy Safransky March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

What Shall God Fear?

I have wanted you, wanted you, out of what? love? need? true love is not possessive, jealousy is a learned response, but oh god, how to let go? how to love you, not own you, how to let you be?

By Sy Safransky March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

[Warm fantasies are easy to weave]

Warm fantasies are easy to weave on this pleasant, sunny day. I look into people’s faces as if well acquainted with their pain and joy.

By Rob Diamant March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Communicating

Lack of communication is the single greatest factor in the destruction of relationships. Often there are crossed patterns of communication, with one partner speaking past the other instead of to him.

By Dusty Staub March 1974
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

What A Mess

Wish I could say something about love, lust, marriage, jealousy and divorce. Boy, have I made a royal mess of these. I think my major problem has always been to reconcile my desire for a “true love” with a more universal kind of feeling. They are both so different.

By Nyle Frank March 1974