he will hurt you and you will hurt him. you will want to pull out all your hair. you won’t have to. it will begin to fall out on its own. you will find blame and then come to see that everything that frustrates and angers you will point back to you. there are days this will feel like freedom. you will see all the lines you drew around the way you think that things should be. you will lose the energy to redraw them. this is what is meant by love. it will consume you and you will lose every idea you ever had about what love is. you will lose any ideas you come up with as replacements. you will fall into tenderness you never dreamt of and keep falling. everything you thought was a handhold will slip by you or disappear. you will lose yourself and think this is a blessing. you will be blessed and you will be blessed. you will remember not reading the fine print, signing your name with a flourish of free flowing ink. you will forget how to regret. there are no returns. you will fall into love beyond imagining.