someone who knows a lot about love told me that i wasn’t in love with you.

i don’t believe her. i don’t agree with her, and i know this.

the only lies i have ever told were that i didn’t love you. and the only suffering in my life has always been generated by my determination to pretend i didn’t love you.

i think i am in love with you. i think that i always will be. i think i am in love with him too, and him and her and everyone i have ever loved deeply, and there have been plenty.

time is relative.

love is real, infinite irrational and permanent.

let’s stop pretending otherwise. let’s stop pretending we don’t love one another because it’s causing all of us so much misery. i would even go as far to say that it is the cause of all suffering, really. we avoid loving ourselves, we pretend not to love each other, all because we are so terrified that we won’t receive love back. so terrified, in fact, that we become blind to the signs of love, we stop looking for the evidence, and our lies perpetuate.

the only truth? everything is love. everything is interconnected. love is inherent, it is given, our only job is to find its hiding places.

get better at finding love, i urge you.

that’s the secret.