#bgraceful

I think the act of learning to love someone is more intimate than getting it right 100% of the time.

The transparency, vulnerability and courage it takes to fall in love feels more rewarding. Obviously we have to have shared interests. Obviously we have to be compatible. But what happens when who you are fundamentally rubs against who i am?

How do you repair with someone who has such a stark difference in processing? Sometimes you can’t. But when you can? The bond that gets created is stronger than anything ANYONE could’ve imagined.

So, do you plant the seed? Nurture it and watch it grow into something? Or buy the flower that’s already bloomed and you know you like it?

I’m a fucking joke to the man that means the world to me.

I’m a fucking invalid to everyone in my family. Forever the baby.

I’m incredibly talented but the opportunities are few a far between.

And when i look and the mirror and have the nerve to love who i see looking back at me. The world immediately reminds me in some way or another that I’m the only one.