The Conditions of Will

by Jessa Hastings

There are a lot of kinds of love in the world, and not all of them make sense all of the time.

He moves quietly but stays close, and I get the distinct feeling that maybe he is the adult version of a nightlight. At least, that’s what he’s becoming to me.

I don’t like lies. The truth is the most powerful thing in the world to me, and I take it personally whenever someone stands in the way of it being known.

And I think to myself, wouldn’t it be so lovely if we viewed ourselves through the same lens as the people who love us?