love is intriguing.

it has pained most of us more than imaginable but fills our minds and hearts with something overwhelmingly calming and beautiful, so perfect at times that it's terrifying.

beauty is something i myself have found increasingly more often throughout my life so far. in light strokes of a laden paintbrush on canvas, how the sky looks just before our sun lowers over the skyline, kisses so gentle it feels as if a cloud has just brushed against you. i typically dislike writing things like this because no matter what, my descriptions and words always feel inadequate. expressing feelings this complex makes me feel a sort of futile shame. i know too many people will pass it off as it seems, because i could never use my hands to write much more than this.

the end of february will likely strike me with mild disappointment. i think all the red and pink, chocolate, flowers, love hearts, and kisses are nice. this is the first valentine's day i'll spend in semi-happiness and appreciation.

eventually, even my worst moments are looked back on without much regret, because now i know even those are beauteous. although sometimes i don't think it possible, i'll always adore this life. i hope you can do the same.

love, M. ♡