I have been thinking a lot lately about the definition of love and how most of my notions of it are wrong, which is terrifying and really cool and embarrassing. But I imagine that it’s like that feeling when you see a server approaching your table with your food. Or like being stuck with someone in a waiting room that’s playing like CSPAN and only has fishing magazines from 2009, but you don’t even care because just being near them is so entertaining and thrilling. Like just sitting in a room and riffing with one another until you’re cry laughing and then being overcome with an urge to put your mouth on theirs.
PRETTY PSYCHED FOR THE FUTURE.