love

i wanted to write a post about how love is a self constructed lie.

how we both probably are loving the lie of someone around, that we are afraid of being alone so we find someone to love

but today as we fought, and i cried, i stopped when i saw two cute figurines, i bought them for us, and then i continued to fight with u.

im still angry but i still love u and i still miss u.

maybe that is love.