#soureverythings

Our love is a life-long test we are both taking. 

I fall from my horse almost every day, and I know I need to keep falling until I understand when I should be up there in the first place. The truths that throw me look and smell like you, and I love them. That doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt or won’t cry in the face of them. Neither of those reactions mean I’m quitting.

Sometimes the same truth will buck me muddy, and sometimes a new one is sly; an intricately woven rug over a pit dug the night before with my own fucking hands. Self-sabotage. “You’re better than this.”