love your dirty corners, your stalk-like legs and barrel hips, love all the no and the no and the no that brought you right here, to this moment and love the yes. The yes: the breath that found its way to you, built a home in your blood cells, changed itself to better suit you and for it, tonight, you say: I was made to breathe and move and give, which is to say love. Love. I was made to love.

Love is without reason; love is never dependent on a reason.

Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Don’t dismiss the elements. Water soothes and heals. Air refreshes and revives. Earth grounds and holds. Fire is a burning reminder of our own will and creative power. Swallow their spells. There’s a certain sweet comfort in knowing that you belong to them all.