Love

Love has a way of making us believe that it is breaking apart slowly. The little fights and the little distances and the little inabilities to trust make us think that our heart is chipping away, one tiny broken fragment at a time. You both wander out into your own wilderness and if you don’t hold tight to each other’s hands, you wander further and further until that person you were so intimately tied to is just a speck of light in the distance. It can all happen as you lay next to that person each night, because life either pulls you together or breaks you away.