I don’t think we’re afraid of love, no. I think we’re frightened by the thought that we might actually be happy. It’s as if we were pre-conditioned, and battle-ready to get our souls trampled upon, heart betrayed and mind torn. So the moment we can’t see the pain, we bail. Because we’ve become disenchanted with the happy endings.
lets just be fabulously where we are and who we are. you be you and ill be me, today and today and today, and lets trust the future to tomorrow. let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. may our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies.
its like all of the bad stuff you went through, that you hated along the way, the people who disappointed you, the things that didnt go the way you wanted, suddenly you feel grateful to them because theyre the things that got you to here, to this.
and now here is my secret, a very simple secret,
it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
you fall too hard, trust too fast, and believe way too easily. its because you think good people exist, the silver spool in which youve spun your life on, spun your life out of control on. its bittersweet and rough and tough and you break time and time again and seemingly never learn your lesson.