I believe in you and me.

"I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs - because it is - or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed. It’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch, talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. It’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking - without ever asking. It’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition. It’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between. It’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it."

"You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."