tolerating always turns into resentment. at first, you call it patience, then love. but what it really is, is self abandonment. every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. eventually, the bill comes due.
for the love that exists in the present, the love that is yet to come, & the love that happened in the past, i’m grateful that it found me, no matter how brief it was bc out of all the people, i got to experience its beauty & it gave me a reason to keep seeing the light in life.