(Source: takesamuscle, via nogreatillusion)
I always thought losing yourself in a relationship was something that happened in the throes of passion: mind and body bleached with electricity. That connection. And it is like that or it can be, but I also think it’s a little more pedestrian: you hold back here, you stop yourself there, until one day you see an old friend out of the blue and you are so struck by how true she is to herself - as robust and perfect and kooky as ever - and suddenly you’re crying in your kitchen, trying to explain why it’s so important for her to keep being exactly who he is, because you realize you’ve been sanitizing parts of yourself to make some kind of space for this new person in your life, a person who would never want you to sanitize yourself in the first place, but limb by limb, you did, because you wanted love to make you light the way good poems make you light. Because you were waiting for that lightness to kick in and replenish all those sanitized parts of yourself. Because it’s just what happened, along with some other stuff, like fear and longing.
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