The problem is that sometimes when we love someone, we see a certain version of them. And we get attached to that version. Convince ourselves that that’s the only version, the true version. But I believe strongly that we all have multiple versions of ourselves. And the true test of love is learning to accept all of those versions, even when it’s messy. Actually, especially when it’s messy.
— Of lingering hopes, fears, and regrets. A surprisingly great read. Though this could’ve been a 5-star one if it were longer and more developed. Everything just happened so fast that I couldn’t really savor the moments, and feel as much as I should have felt.