Jack Without Rose

by James Morrison

Every time Leonardo DiCaprio reads a tabloid headline about his love life, he chuckles—until he's alone. In the quiet of his Malibu home, between vintage film screenings and ocean views, he sometimes wonders if the world thinks he’s allergic to commitment. He scrolls past old photos of friends with their kids, their dogs, their pancake breakfasts. His Oscar sits on the shelf, gleaming, but he can’t help imagining a crayon drawing taped next to it. Maybe he’s too picky, too restless, too in love with the idea of freedom. Or maybe he just hasn’t met the one who’ll sincerely laugh at his jokes.

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James Morrison is a writer and occasional romantic who splits his time between coastal daydreams and quiet existential crises. He believes in climate change, good coffee, and the enduring mystery of Leonardo DiCaprio.