Damn.
A little bit
Maybe the beauty of it all is finding how to get through the bad days so that they will be canceled out by the good. Maybe the beauty of it all is not knowing how things are supposed to be but hoping that they will turn out better in the end because you’ll be right there with me. Maybe the beauty of it all is wanting to try as much as possible and not caring about the outcome. Maybe the beauty of it all is you sleeping in my bed and me thinking about how much it kills me to see you leave but how much I love it when you come right back. Maybe the beauty of it all lies in not figuring it all out because we were never supposed to happen but here we are trying to find our own little paradise in the fragments of time we share with each other.
I didn’t even have to leave California.
“You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.”
