The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
When I remember the number of persons that teamed up to plot a literal kill for me at a former workplace, I just laugh because I'm definitely ALL THAT if y'all were so stressed.
Losing a loved one amidst a life changing transition is such great pain. You don't know whether to be happy for the new or sad about the treasure lost.
When the vibe was right, I used to tell you stuff. Then I caught something that wasn't right and I withdrew that privilege. Simple as ABC. You don't deserve it anymore. Move on will ya?
I especially want to thank my wife for making room for who I've become, through the different seasons of my life since meeting her. I think about it and I truly tear up. I'm not perfect, not without pain but somehow her love carries me through. It's a hug from God. I'm humbled🤎