thank you,augusten burroughs.
I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.
So then i stop myself from thinking these thoughts because it's like tearing at a wound, opening it wider when its trying to heal. or actually, it's more like inflicting the wound yourself with a paring kniefe.
You can't obsess about controlling every little thing. You have to let things unfold naturally and not try to change things you cannot change.