I was born with a will to learn. And I chose to learn how to love. And then, i found you. All of you,
8,299,156,200 people currently here. More born every second. More die every day. Too soon, too long, inevitable, preventable.
8 billion people on the planet. 8 billion lives that flash across our screens or papers or daydreams everyday. 8 billion reasons to keep working toileously, hoping, demanding, praying, screaming.
We want to live. 8 billion people who just want to live in a world that's worth it.
8 billion people, 52 billion hours from homo sapiens' first introduction.
And somehow,
Some way,
I found you.
I was born with a will to learn, and I chose to learn how to love. And I choose to love you. I choose to love you until I can't- even then, a part of me will still love you anyway.
I'll love you in the way we make our coffee.
I'll love you in the way we still complain about fast fashion that isn't even good.
I'll love you in every single what-if, every if only, every yes, and-, that we deign to think... even if only to ourselves
I'll love the you that you don't talk about. I'll love the you that you cringe at. I'll love the you that you hated becoming. I'll love the you that can't bear to love yourself. And of course, I'll love the you that does, as well.
I was born with a will to learn. And 8 billion lives to love. And 8 billion lives to learn about. And 8 billion lives to cry for. And hopefully, a couple lives that stick close me to remind me what love is. How. Why I still should. And to love myself, because 7.00099 billion doesn't have the jennies (je ne sais quoi)(I love you for that too, by the way.)(I hope you laughed).
I was born with a soul that wants to learn how to love everything I have and will ever see!!
I'm so, so happy I can love you. Thank you!
Thank you that I'm here. With you, loving you until I can't anymore. Don't worry though, death is only as permanent as you think it is. I sigh CO2 into the air like my grandfather did. I smile at a lovely, verdant tree- that will convert it back into oxygen- like my aunt did. I laugh like my sister and I love like my mother and I cry like my childhood friend and I hurt like my other that I still wish I had made myself love just a bit more.
I love you! Take care!!




















