I can taste the sadness before it settles in, On my tongue, it is like bitter fruit with notes of the sweetest ambrosia. Sweet enough to seduce — And as what it touches destroys, I remind myself That from destruction comes beautiful things; And I find myself pleased by its occupancy for its elegance persuades And Sadness has taught me — that Happiness is an acquired taste.

we need to acknowledge this because pretending love isn't work will never make people like me feel less guilty for accepting love. we need to talk about it so people don't feel bad for having boundaries and not always being up to do the work. we need to accept it so we can properly appreciate what others do for us and what we're doing for them.