sometimes I’ll have a great convo with a friend, or I’ll see a particularly beautiful sunset, and I’m not trying to be cheesy when I say the love hits me so hard I feel like my heart’s going to burst straight out of my chest. it’s like it almost hurts, how beautiful it all is, and I know this is just a leftover thing from a childhood where I didn’t receive a lot of love, and wasn’t taught how to appreciate beautiful things, so now it’s almost like I feel sorrow for the fact that I only recently, in the past five years or so, have started feeling such intense love. that makes me sad, but the fact that I can appreciate them brings it back around to beauty. This is too cheesy for me to admit to anyone, or post anywhere but here, so yeah. maybe that’s relatable, maybe I’m just crazy, but it feels really good.