It’s strange isn’t it? Y’know, how when you’re broken hearted, there are thousands of different ways to explain your intense feelings. Every song is about you, every quote sums up how you feel and every day is just an endless longing, a self-indulgent waiting game. Then, you meet someone. You fall in love. The real deal. And you have nothing to say. Declarations don’t have any place whatsoever in the day to day experience. Sure, you can tell them you love them, you can hold them close to you, try your hardest to make sure they understand just how important they are to you. But those things aren’t done in words, not really. That outward, damaged and tragic self of heartbreak pipes down. She takes a well-earned and silent rest. Instead, the tears turn into just breathing. Not the forced, self-conscious breathing of the heart broken days, it’s an easy, automatic kind of breathing - the normal kind. You know when you were a kid and things just happened to you and you didn’t worry about them and you didn’t analyse every moment and you didn’t find it so fucking difficult to see the beauty in the world around you? Well yeah, real love is like that isn’t it? It’s just so easy. To love, and to be loved. And I am so fucking lucky I got that chance.