𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

"i'm going to try to fall in love with you again."

forever happiness is a simple concept to believe in when you're seventeen. youth is the most vulnerable time of life, the most naive, and love is a most dangerous addiction, a blushing ambrosia so sweet, so heady, you hardly realize when your tongue grows numb between your teeth and your heart begins to bleed through your ribs, so dizzying you can't remember when you stopped being able to see.

it is easy to make promises when you're young and in love. this, catalina knew, perhaps better than anyone. and yet, somehow, she still ended up here. in the ruins of a collapsed eternity, wondering where it all went wrong. wondering what happens to love when it dies. does it linger, like a memory, or fester like a corpse? does it burn or does it ache or does it fade so quietly, you don't notice until there's nothing left? or does it grow? grow like a second body beneath your flesh, grow until its bigger than you, too big for you to hold, too big for you to breathe?

when love dies, does it end or does it begin anew?