It is true that every love is an angel of the abyss. Every lover is a destroyer. I had to be destroyed to become something else. To become more myself. But this freedom? It is worth it. It is worth everything. If this is what it means to be abandoned, then let me be left. Abandon me.

To face your Imago and walk through it is to re-enact the most painful parts of your beginning. The point is to find or create a new ending. Most of the time we don’t. But we try again.

We are all animal, all these fearing, sleeping, shitting beings.

wanted only the rush of breath from my heart to my mouth.

Falling in love is always the fear and promise of being hurt, of being healed.

Maybe every desire is the desire to give ourselves away to some perfect keeper, to be known perfectly, as only a creator could know us.

It is hard to care rightly for someone you fear losing.

Abandonment. What did that really mean? That I was left? That I had learned to leave my self. That I would retell the story until I found a different ending. Until I learned to stay.

The work of love is in building a shared story, and in letting the differences in perception rest easily aside one another.