Ahh, but what can it be? A feeling as though your heart caved in, swallowed by every ache you've felt before. In that moment, every past mistake, every single wound, you'd feel it like a trainwreck. And all of forever felt like a moment. But perhaps love is none of these things. It won't suddenly make every day all right. It won't change who you are. It won't make your car go faster. It doesn't even wash your dishes.
All love is, is love. And that's all it needs to be. Really.
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