each time i find myself creating new love is another time that i learn i never really lost it. it exists in me forever, pushing the boundaries of my heart until i am heavy and empty at the same time. the sheer overwhelmingness of that kind of expansion breaks me until i remember i am the vessel, not the waves.
holding love and being in it are two different things.
one never dies.
i deserve the love i want. i deserve clarity and certainty. the next time i fall in love, i won’t need to convince myself of it. it will just be the plain truth. i won’t need to write roundabout prose
people say they want love when they mean passion. love when they mean comfort. love when they mean companion. i’m learning that it all counts. all’s fair in love and well, there are no set rules. if t