i think i started to fall in love with the idea of love because of books. reading. the way stories wrote out that feeling. that sense of truth. sharedness. the faith in a moment. that it meant something – the same thing, to everyone in it.
then i met people.
and it’s ok mostly. i’m faithless about people but not about faith. im hopeless about people but not without hope in a general sense.
i have my life
i love myself
i think it’s asking quite a lot to feel this way about anybody else. maybe i always knew that deep down.