This is Love.

Jesus.

Life before you was difficult, I can’t lie.

Lost with absolutely no direction,

Aimlessly wandering.

Only when my legs were at 90 degrees did I find myself.

Only when shit hit the fan was I finally able to turn to you.

You were always there, I know that.

I could feel you.

It’s crazy, no?

That the more shambles as I am,

You were able--are able to love me.

Perfection isn’t a requirement.

Togetherness isn’t a prerequisite.

That’s the beauty of it though.