Now plain to the eye, now shadowy

And as you look at the sea -its waves, its blue, its fickle charm-, you become silent and give it, to the parsimony of the flight of the herons that fly over your head, your voice… At that moment, suddenly, you light up and understand that there is nothing outside you that you do not have inside you, like a calm sea or a torrential wind: you are whole and you are happy.

“You’d rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.” - Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

“I fight so hard for love yet when I find it I cannot help as my throat closes up and I feel that I cannot breathe for I am unable to breathe with love or without it”

“My love has abandonment issues. My love hates sleeping alone. My love, a clenched fist around your heart; yes, my love is that terrifying because it doesn’t know release. Imagine the moon, how she sets the ocean free to spill over distant shorelines only to clutch it back to her chest again and again. We call this ‘tide’. We call it ‘gravitational pull’. My love is like that — desperate, unapologetic. Except they don’t write scientific theories around my love; this swelling in my chest is too big to be understood. Big enough to have its own gravity and some nights, even strong enough to pull you back into my arms.”

“Like a never-ending carousel, I convince myself I am past the nostalgia, past the incessant voice in my head that tells me to go back to you. And then, like clockwork, I go back to you. I have spent far too many days replaying voicemails and scrolling through late-night texts to abandon the kind of intimacy that can never be created with anyone else.”

You have left the camera's field of view.

"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."

"All the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding."