it is such a profoundly earthly desire to love and feel loved in return.
to love is to feel stronger and weaker all at once,
both hopeful and cynical,
lost and found.
it’s in this chaotic choreography of conflicts that I think lays the most beautiful type of love…
the kind that is deeply connected and protective of each other’s otherness,
free of manipulation and expectations,
free of noise and performance,
the kind of love that grounds you even when your world is shifting.
something that combines such maturity and naiveté is nothing short of human.
so hard and yet,
so easy.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
today is day 179 of the year, there are 186 days remaining of 2022.
