I don’t know what love is.

I don’t even know where to begin. I love her, and I love love. And what’s more, I believe in love. This represents a profound shift in how I grew up, which to me, represents profound progress. I’m focusing on my internal world, and I’m taking action to soothe it, to let my world represent a natural pouring out of me. Something about it feels so, so deeply right. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m weird. I might be autistic. Idk who I am or what’s going on. And this is one of the first times that I can write about who I am, be honest about who I am. And fully receive it myself. And that feeling is worth more than anything else in the world. It’s the only thing worth living for – letting you pour out, at it’s own pace, and as it feels so. There’s something intimately beautiful about love – I truly believe that it runs the world. I’m crying at how this feels like ~nothing~ it just feels peaceful, and it feels appropriate. All this worry, and time keeps moving. I’m accepting myself. I’m letting myself unravel, and I think this is where the deepest riches are continuing to come, as me and the universe are ready to continually, deeply merge. Love