Riff Raff

Love was first on the list, so here we go.

Love is something you shouldn't have to earn... And it often stings. Personally, (jk this whole book is personal) I find love to be helplessly, endlessly confusing. It's kind of a mess. And when you love someone, you stay there for them; even when things don't work and you hurt eachother and don't know how to make it work... Evan after you've split up, fallen apart, went separate ways...
They are a part of you.
So you stay, and you keep them alive, and you love them, and encourage them, and watch them grow... You feel their pain as your own.

But the worst thing is:
You love someone, and you have no clue what to do about it.

You stare at them and wipe their tears, but still don't know how or when the next level will come-
If ever.

//finally\\

It's obvious I've loved people... And it's obvious I have no clue how to handle it. But my point in this entire ramble of incoherent babble, is that everyone deserves love, everyone stumbles, and love is a difficult concept of continuous effort that everyone has to figure out.

First moves are difficult - but often times rewarding.