No matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me, I’ve tried.
Love is not who you were expecting, love is not what you can’t predict. Maybe love is in NYC already asleep, you are in California, Australia wide awake, maybe love is always in the wrong timezone. Maybe love is not ready for you, maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type, maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month, maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t, maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say “welcome, make yourself comfortable”, if love leaves ask her to leave the door open behind her, turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper “thank you for stopping by”.