But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
that "love is watching someone die"
So who's going to watch you die?
Dark blue. A yearning of the likes I had never experienced before, for those that I have lost and loved. Rolling hills, the hum of the piano, sleepy eyes. With those eyes transfixed on the landscape and my feelings overflowing, I started to feel the weight of the universe in my heart and in an ephemeral moment of clarity, I felt love. It was a love stronger than any other that I have known. A love for the person staring at me through the reflection in the window. A love for myself.
It feels weird, being able to like who I am. This feeling is still a bud, but I am slowly blossoming. For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace.