Just Because of All That
Something to keep in mind.
Just because they’re an important part of your life during an interesting time, because they smile at you a certain way, make you laugh now and then, because every photo of them you’ve ever seen and will see (let’s be honest, you’re still looking as the new ones roll in, somewhat captive to their feed) captures them somewhat adorably mid-laugh, which makes you feel things, just because they want to make love to you often and fuck you sometimes, because they call themselves your boyfriend or girlfriend or partner and you can see and feel the pride they have in saying such a thing out loud and believing that it’s something with staying power, just because they want to kiss you when you come home and maybe build something like a home with you, kiss you goodnight and kiss you good morning, despite morning breath, because they want to comfort you in times of crisis and borderline refuse to let you do so alone even though that might be the only way for you to figure things out or at least try to, because they’ll meet you more than halfway and help clean up the mess you made just getting as far as you can at the time, because you can actually somehow sleep mostly comfortably beside them and you kind of love spending some time in the mornings watching them while they’re still asleep, like a creep, just because they call you on the shit you need to be called on and let you get away with some of the other stuff, because they have this seemingly strange knack for making you feel better when you’re exploring a new definition of what it’s like to be at your worst, because they sit on the couch with you for hours watching the shows you both love to hate, just because they got you that thoughtful gift that once or twice or thrice, like the time they gave you an alien spaceship mug or the perfect shacket or that birthday card with the lovely message you don’t think you’ll ever be able to bring yourself to throw away, because they seemingly should be everything you’ve ever wanted and more, because they pervade your thoughts every day even though they’re no longer a participating part of your life at all — all of that, well, it doesn’t make them “the one.” Because it’s possible that there really is no such thing as “the one,” sad as that seems. But sometimes you can, if you really need to, out of self-preservation or something similar, take just a little bit of comfort in that, at least for a while. Embrace the notion that nothing says you can’t find it again — that it will all truly work out in the end, and it’ll only be for the worse until it all gets better.
It can be hard to believe, especially right now, but try your best to remember that love is far from finite.
