i think one of the most romantic things about being alive is that another person can alter the architecture of your life so completely that new versions of you begin to exist. not every part of you is waiting to be uncovered. some are formed through being known by someone else
Honestly, something I’ve come to realize is that the ability to self reflect is a privilege of sorts. Most people are dealing with an extremely thick wall that prevents them from even having a moment to see themselves clearly.