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A love so pure, so tangible, and unconditional bouncing between us. The only safe space I have ever truly known beating inside her chest as I draw closer to it, pounding over the wood planks to answer her summons and feast on a love that blankets me. A love that protects me and brings me peace while keeping me whole. A love so mine, so ours.
Life happening to you is vastly different. It comes by way of a powerful reckoning force that cements your path for better or worse. It’s only in the wake of it that you realize the easy decisions are the only choices you have any real say in. The hard stuff—the really hard stuff—that’s life happening to you.
I never understand why people are so
polite about revealing the truth when it’s not pleasant.
“No, what you are, is my fucking reason,”
“WHAT IS THE most real of what matters? . . . How about pain? Why pain? Try arguing it away . . . so if pain is the most fundamental reality, is there anything more fundamental than pain? . . . Love.
Really. So, if you’re in pain . . . love and truth, that’s what you got. And you know . . . if they’re more powerful than pain, maybe they’re the most real things.” —Jordan Peterson
She told me everything, Son, and my job is to be here for you because she can’t anymore.”
“Which makes you birds of a feather,”
