I’ve been thinking about how my emotional landscape will never be one that a man can hold. It is too fast, the seasons change too quickly, and the lightning too often strikes the ground.
I am mired deeply in my first real, honest, non-illness-speculative, grown adult love.
In a lot of ways, I am exactly where I have always wanted to be in life. Sometimes it feels very, very good. Sometimes it is so overwhelming that I feel like I need to hide because I can’t handle all of the emotion.