Saturday 12 October 10:24 PM
One of my close friends just got married, which has naturally led to a lot of reflection on love. How it’s given, how it’s broken, how it’s ripped away. When it lasts, between a parent or a friend or a lover or a dog, it’s because you made a choice, over and over, to show up for each other, to keep trying for one another, to be there, to engage. Even when it’s hard, or frustrating, or scary. It’s a choice, and despite all the pain I’ve held and caused in my life, I’m going to keep on choosing it.