taken from a book a got in oregon.
"there is a kind of love you feel in your body, that makes your heart clench and makes you run, towards it or away.
there is a love that is full of words, full of a commitment to struggle with the language and thought and emotions and the vulnerability and misunderstandings, and sticking with it and continuing deeper into the secret place we keep hidden.
there is love that makes secrets seem unecessary any more. there is love that makes you forget who you are, where you become the other person instead. there is love that makes you prove yourself love that makes you hate yourself. love that makes you want to cook, love that makes you want to throw everything away. love that teaches, love that strangles, love that gives you the space you need.
there is love that makes you wish you were old already, sitting in our rocking chairs, drinking iced tea.there is love that feels familiar, makes you breathe deeper and with relief . there is love that makes your breath quicken, like your head is on fire, like you can fly, makes you race upstairs, makes you run, towards it or away, with fear chasing behind you or leading the way.