random musings

I don’t want to know what love is. Truly. I don’t want to know how everything changes when so much of me depends on someone else, how I am blinded and my eyes are opened. I don’t want to know how I become at once fearless and fearful, how every moment is made into one with you or without you, how every look between two people is now in a language I can understand. I don’t want to know about the pain of change, the syntax of loss, the uncertain joy and horror and train of time…

But you’re going to tell me anyway.

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