healing

I've realised lately that, although we put monogamous love on this pedestal in modern, mainstream western culture, there are so many benefits (for me personally) in letting myself be in love freely, with however many people I want, and in whatever way I want. I'm still with my boy, and always will be, but I feel like this openness is exactly what I need. The capacity to let go of everything and bare my soul against someone else's is exhilarating, it's comforting, it brings peace different to any other. It brings insight and the ability to transcend preconceived notions of what it means to love. Love is powerful. Love is healing.

People are just so fucking cute. I love the rippling look of stretch marks and the awkwardness of certain people when they're interested in something but don't want to seem too interested. I love the strange and comical phases people go through before finding their true, beautiful self. I love people's journeys and their little bumps in the road, their stories. I love people's scarred hearts and that beautiful vulnerability that follows. I love flaws, and the way they make all the good things seem that much more good. I love people's bad hair days and accidental weird noises and I love all of the little things people do that probably bother them for hours afterwards.

I love that we are all so heartbreakingly human.

The holidays only just begun. I miss everyone already.