Notes by Nataly 🌙

“The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.”

“The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.”

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today.”

“Be patient when things are not going right. Accept that what is yours will come to you in the right way at just the right moment.”

First loves take us like that. But because they rarely have any consequence (few marry the sixth-grade sweetheart), people slight them. They exist in the thin cliché of bad country tunes, thus becoming generic, sandblasted of peculiarities. Our own features in youth have not yet been sharply carved. So in some way, we don’t exist yet. Thus we mock ourselves for loving so easily and in the process choke the breath from our first darlings. Which denies their truth, I think, for my inner life took full shape around such a love. I learned to imagine around his face. Before such enchantment takes us, there are only the faces of parents, other kin. Those are doled out to us; they are us in some portion. These first beloveds are other. And we invent ourselves by choosing them.