It trickles in and out and ebbs and flows like waves rippling between your ankles as you stand on the shore glued to a sunset.
It’s not always painted with a cinematic brush. And when it is, it can be just as much slasher/horror flick as it can be romcon.
It starts as nervous butterflies that trigger endorphins and just like that can switch to anxiety riddled belly flips.
It’s never what you expected and can either humble you or hollow you out.
It can stamp your passport with memories or stomp out your purpose with passive aggression.
It can build you up or bottom you out.
It can make your face hurt from laughter and bliss and just like that it can break the bones in your hand from all the walls you’ve punched in desperation.
You can go from living your wildest dreams to sleeping on a twin bed in your closet just so you have a safe place to rest.
It’s ribbons of water that can either soothe your sun kissed soul or drown you if you get in too deep.
It’s nothing like you thought because we’re taught that love is pink hearts and cute messages on bathroom mirrors scrawled in steam.
Love is choking back your tears of pride and excitement but it can also wrap it’s hands around your neck while you’re sleeping just to remind you of your worth.
It’s not just one way. It’s every way. And yet in some cases, It’s no way to live it at all.