Your body is the love you’re seeking

Hey Loves,

Remember the first time you fell in love?

Maybe it was a crush at school, maybe it came through a movie or a song, maybe you just observed others and thought: Ah, this is what love is supposed to feel like.

Your body lit up: butterflies in the stomach, cheeks flushed, a giggle rising from nowhere, the sense that the whole world was in on your secret. Suddenly, life felt electric — every song on the radio, every comment from a friend seemed to point back to your beloved. Even the most trivial things shimmered, because they reminded you of them.

And most of us were conditioned to believe that this magic came from them. That they were the source. Which is why so many of us chase it — wanting a crush, longing to fall in love, craving that spark with someone new, even when we already have a partner.

Welcome to being human.

But here’s the reframe that changed everything for me:
What if all of that was never about them?
What if it was always about you?

After reading Pussy: A Reclamation by Mama Gena, I started to wonder — what if I could harness all those sensations my body created and use them for my growth?

Because that’s what they are: neurotransmitters, hormones, energy. My body. My alchemy. My power.

The butterflies, the flush, the bliss, the ecstasy — they are mine to generate. I don’t need anyone else to “give” them to me. And heartbreak? It’s the same. Heartbreak is simply the body’s crash after a high of projection and codependence. Painful, yes, but still mine. Still part of my body’s genius.

Here’s the truth I live by now: every lover, every crush, every heartbreak is just a soul-trigger, an initiator calling forth the alchemy I already carry inside me. It was never about them. It was always about me.

So today, I practice letting myself lose control — the control of my thinking mind — so I can give the reins back to my body. I let my body show me bliss, pleasure, ecstasy. And when I remember this, even traffic, heartbreak, or longing becomes an initiation into more life, more power, more wholeness.

What about you?
When did you first learn what “love” was supposed to feel like?
Do you believe your butterflies belong to someone else, or to you?

I’d love to hear your reflections. Comment back and let’s be in this conversation together.

With love,
Eman