when I dont go back it feels like the last thing that happened there is frozen in time, repeating in my head. but when I return and just exist there calmly, it reminds me that time has moved on, that moment is over, and it wont happen again.
I remember coming across my grandmothers wedding photos once when I was a wee kid. And it’s never stopped intriguing me. It’s like they lived separate lives. I’ve only known them since I was born and it makes me curious to know who they were as individuals before me. I stay in the storeroom of my house now, so once every few months I look through all the albums stored here… photos of my parents when they were my age, when they started dating, schooling and having fun. It’s such a bittersweet feeling.
i don't limit love to just a romantic partner. I have a queer platonic life partner (long word for my best friend) whom I love muchly. I have many people I love in different capacities, but no one in particular currently that I share a romantic love with!
I keep my heart open to allowing love to meet us where we're at, to which capacity it evolves to
