love was something so vast so heroic, and i am learning ways it can still be so. it can be as big as lending someone a book; asking if they need napkins from the store; the smell of coffee in the morning. it’s a little less heavy now, less grim. i don’t have to be, shouldn’t be, so sad in love, so scared. it can be vivid without the all consuming. it can be sweet without sacrifice.
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