It's true. I followed a man to Denmark.
From the
moment I met him, I was smitten, head-over-heels, crazy in love. My heart pounded when I read his
letters. He wrote of love—the real
kind—and made me swoon. And when
listening to him, all I could do was nod my head and agree with everything he
said—he was so incredibly
brilliant! He also caused me to
see the world in a completely different light, as love will often do, and I
gazed at the world in utter fascination.
My friend Nick recognized it and said we were probably made for one
another. So, really, there was
nothing else to do but get a ticket to Copenhagen to immerse myself in his
culture, his town, his country, his world.
So, here I am, wandering Copenhagen. And the man with whom I am so very
smitten is Soren Kierkegaard, a 19th century Danish existential
philosopher. And this is the book
that sent me into orbit: Works of Love
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