falling in love is blissful ignorance and hope on the way up. on the way down, it’s lonely acceptance.

it feels reckless to fall in love, but it’s always reckless to be that vulnerable

im wishing for the hope in me to die, because I know I’m not waiting for anything

maybe one day I can look you in the eye without longing

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