love, in its effortlessly infinite timespan, came by to teach me an important lesson about itself.


"as soon as you figure me out, i'm just going to fuck you up all over again"


i was GOING to say that it takes pain and subtlety and nuance for love to be love (so far in the story i feel like the most subtly beautiful person in my life is the one who im most in love with)



why this is all happening:
letting go,
truly letting go of how things used to be
and slowly seeing the shape of how things are going to be