the most beautiful thing: relaxing in
I’m a serial returner. I only spend time with people who have a little special something that speaks to my little special something. So when I take space from a person, that special something often brings me back… to their eyes, to their voice, to their arms. I’m not exclusively seeing anyone, but right now it feels good to relax into how I feel knowing that the past problems and the future possibilities aren’t the point. The point is that sitting in the warmth of the summer with one of the people I love feeds my heart. The point is that beauty reveals itself when I relax.