overcome with feeling

“I exist. It’s sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you’d think it floated all by itself. It stirs.”

“I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.”

“I know that you think you already know but— Wait Longer than that. even longer than that.”

I abandoned myself to new dreams—soft, shapeless things,

“There’s this idea in psychoanalysis that I’ve always liked. It’s that what we call ‘love’ is actually letting your identity fill in around the shape of the other person - you love someone by defining yourself against them. it says loss hurts because there’s nothing holding that part of you in place anymore. But your outline still holds, and it keeps holding. The thing you shaped yourself into by loving them, you never stop being that. The marks are permanent, so the idea of the person you loved is permanent, too.”