“At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.” -Steve Maraboli
You once said if I ever decided to fall in love with you, you would show me how my heart worked. I laughed and told you I knew how it worked. I told you about aortas and ventricles and deoxygenated blood. You asked me how you could make a home in my heart. I said a blood transfusion. “No, no,” you said. “A home. In the chambers of your heart. In your lungs. In your very bones. In here.”
And you kissed me. And just like that you were in my mind, in my mouth, a resident of my body.
Over dinner, you introduced me to a new kind of anatomy. You told me your theory about how we measure the people in our lives based on how much space they occupy in our hearts.
“Did you know that our hearts can hold up to 280 cubic centimeters of blood? So, a few cubic centimeters for each of your friends, more for your family—”
“No, no,” you said. “Space.” As if your heart was as vast and infinite as the universe itself.
We talked until 2am, when the wine and exhaustion had finally caught up to us. You fell asleep next to me and slowly seeped into body, occupying a space that was unquantifiable.
You asked if I believed in God, or if a church was just a hollow promise. I responded by pulling a book from your bookshelf and asking you to smell it: the smell of the breakdown of cellulose and lignin. You asked if I believed in love and I told you about the chemicals oxytocin and serotonin.
One night, you asked about the stars and I tried to explain how even the darkest parts of the sky were filled with stars, but there hasn’t been enough time for their light to reach us. I tried to explain how everything around us—even our bodies—came from those stars. It was the most beautiful fact I knew.
"Was?" you asked.
"Until I met you."“A Love Song for the Cosmos” (via typewriterdaily)
don’t date anyone who won’t work to understand and accept those things
I can’t be with or without you, baby. I only want what is within.
"You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free." -Thich Nhat Hanh