Infinitely Beautiful

I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.

To love without knowing how to love wounds the person we love. To know how to love someone, we have to understand them. To understand, we need to listen. When you love someone, you should have the capacity to bring relief and help him to suffer less. This is an art. If you don’t understand the roots of his suffering, you can’t help, just as a doctor can’t help heal your illness if she doesn’t know the cause. You need to understand the cause of your loved one’s suffering in order to help bring relief. The more you understand, the more you love; the more you love, the more you understand. They are two sides of one reality. The mind of love and the mind of understanding are the same.

Sometimes I think about the way we were and it makes me sick because it’s not you and I anymore. It’s you, and I. Separate, apart, distant. We were once apart of each other and now we’re strangers, back to square one. And I know things ended badly but I’d do it all again.

Love makes you feel out of control. I think that’s how you know it’s right.

I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.