Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…
Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck.
Dame is the best thing to ever come my way and if I’d ever let him slip away I’d never forgive myself for that.