i used to think i’d look back on loving you as the hardest thing i’d ever done.

but truth is, loving you was easy. was in fact the easiest thing in the world.

it was the attempt not to love you that nearly killed me. the attempt to rationalize and to make sense of what was never meant to make sense. the attempt to ignore and silence and make little what was as big—as vital—as anything in this life can ever hope to be…

Meg Fee, of the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell  one of my favorite writers on the blogosphere

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