Just remember that nothing's made to last

That too will pass.

Life is swaying me. Falling in and out of love, constantly, spontaneously. Something is missing. It might be real, genuine love. I must allow myself to let things pass, and most of all, time. Making out with three people in just one week is not a good idea when you're not sure where to put your emotions. Especially when you then decide to give a little bit of them to each of those. Several pieces of my heart broke, the great sadness came back and now I'm thriving. How invigorating the experience of an upcoming evolving can be, and how paradoxical that is! I keep those sharp blades in my nightstand, just in case. I know they still are what makes me feel most alive.