Why do we search for meanings in everything?
For example: our feelings.
What if we feel happy or sad just because that’s how we’re feeling - not for any reason, but just because. Maybe there isn’t always a reason for the way we feel, maybe we just…feel.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
Love is so simple, yet so complex at the same time.
I wish I could write more on this, but it would create spirals in my mind.