We don’t love people because they know who we are.
We love them because we know who they are.
“Thus, the first light: the world in his eyes would never be the same and would change with every day. If I wanted to keep him, I would have to move through those worlds with him and not try to keep him in mine.” (Who I Am Yesterday by the author)
I keep forgetting this. Even nearly three years later. I keep trying to “set things straight” knowing all the while that “straight” no longer exists. So now I think of rose petals and try to learn that the only way to save myself is to lose myself.
In this life we lead, I am no longer certain of who I am each day, or each moment. From his perspective I can be the bitch that couldn’t find the right wine, or the angel that helps him in the morning. Sometimes…
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