I use to think that, but I don’t feel it’s accurate any longer. Love (fistful of forevers, shoved inside your mouth, open up open up more more more love) is simple and flawed and everything it should be but it’s not so messy. Relationships are messy, expectations are messy, the aftermath of unfulfilled promises are messy.
Love is just a catalyst for the above sometimes.
Once I wrote a that love is messy and sometimes people change their minds. What I meant to say is that relationships are messy
and sometimes people change their minds.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.