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n. the quiet, expansive ache of witnessing a love so mutual, so unreservedly supported by everyone around it, that it opens a hidden room inside you. not of envy, but of aching belief. A sensation like being alone in a cathedral warmed by stained glass sunlight, where everyone is praying not for themselves, but for the radiance of someone else’s joy. A momentary possession by hope, when love no longer feels rare, just waiting.

here’s a new one for today. inspired by dictionary of obscure sorrows, here’s how i felt at a recent wedding i attended