Flowery Night

“i can make time” a huge love language

“Match my freak” yeah but are you gonna match my hopeless romantic?

damn that song slaps. Siri? play it four hundred and seventy three times

I can’t help but feel that so much of what relationships consist of is turning one another into caricatures through this constant reinforcement of the narrative structure we hold in our minds. But no matter the relationship, both parties are still much deeper than the relational interaction occurring between them. Makes me think that relationships will always be finite and we can’t escape that, however, there is still an infinite connectivity in recognizing this. Contradictions and morning coffee.

What a gift to be with someone who can read your mind but wants you to use your voice anyway