Love corrupts the mind. In a way unequal to the effects any drug. The cycle of love is addictive. The missing, longing, lust, and joy for having seen them.
You want to hold them close, but also let them go so you can miss them. Missing someone is the strangest luxury. On one end it is a luxury to care about someone enough to miss them. On the other the distance is truly painful.
Love corrupts the mindfulness of the mind.
For any second with your person to you is well spent. No matter the cost, or the time which might be spent on another priority.
Falling in love. It's scary yet inevitable. I desire to not be stupid in love. But wise in love. Wise enough to see signs of mistreatment. Wise enough to be financially secure. Wise enough to show my best self still.
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New beginnings p2
RandomA chance to self discover and explore the inner dialogue that will help define my future self.
