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There are a lot of things I think when I think about love. I’ve learned that everything I thought I’d learned and come to know is meaningless. I don’t “know” anything about it. It doesn’t fit into neat boxes or definitions. It doesn’t exist in spectrums of black or white. It looks different every time. Anyone who’s tried to study and intellectualize it, like me, has been mocked by it. People pay lip service to, and regurgitate, clichés about it. About it being indestructible, able to withstand any obstacle, the thing that saves people. I never bought them. I’ve drowned in it. More often I got on the ride, and if I fell off and scraped my knees, I dusted off my clothes and found myself healed at some point or another. With scars, still. Never not worth the risk. I don’t know if you come to really know it until it’s absent, by that gaping feeling it leaves in your entire body. Or if you recognize it before and have the luxury to savor it’s sweetness, and even its bitterness, before it’s gone. I’m not impenetrable, but I’m no quitter. I’ve never let it go without fighting to keep it. Not without it splintering under my nails. I don’t know, really, anything about it. But in my experience, finding it is like arriving home. Only, arriving gain to somewhere you’ve always known. Where it’s familiar, and warm, and smells like your things. Where it’s safe. Where there’s a peace. A quiet. The Universe is a master architect. It gave me a home. You’re my home. No matter where you are.
- The Inferno
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(n) (v. phr.) “to repair with gold”; the art of of repairing with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.