First of all, why the fuck is every random ass event in my life perfectly calibrated to teach me about the deep intricacies of the enlightenment process and the subtle structures of existence? Like what the fuck am I expected to do with all that information?
I think people underestimate how beautiful it is to become ordinary to someone.
To be loved when you're not interesting that day. When you're tired, sick, boring, stressed, and you don't have the willpower to entertain.
We put so much emphasis on keeping love exciting, on being amused, that we forget how intimate it is to become completely familiar with another person.
To come home after a long day, hang up the expectations of the outside world, and know that you are still chosen, just as you are.