Vanilla: Why “Ordinary” Love Is Not Less
Imagine standing in a meadow in summer. Colors scream all around you: red poppies, yellow dandelions, blue cornflowers. And then there is a white blossom, unassuming, simple, yet your eyes rest on it with a strange sense of relief. There is calm in it, purity, something that doesn't need flamboyance to be noticed. That is intimacy in its most...










