Let me tell you that I don't like to write about love.
Let me tell you that I detest the sappy, the romance, the feelings (God forbid..)
Let me tell you that I'm not concerned with souls, or hearts ,or fires between minds.
And yet why is it that I cannot stop the flow? The upsurge of magic in the places, spaces, I abhor?
I guess I haven't told you that I could be lying about all of this.
I guess I haven't told you that I could be denying myself all of this.
But I think I haven't yet told myself that:
it is okay to change. it is okay to love and be loved.
And even in those words, does my brain cringe with the saccharinity of it all.
Yet persist, Heart! Please persist.
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