They choose each other with full knowledge of what that choice might cost them, refusing to mistake the intoxicating feeling of being desired for a love that sees them clearly but is built on flattering misunderstandings. They want something that can survive the truth of who they are... Neither wants to be loved only for their softness, like a blind believer devoted to a distorted doctrine that preaches tenderness until that same tenderness bares its teeth... then condemns it for daring to have fangs. 🩸🥀

Friendship isn’t about comfort. It’s about communion. About who sees the real, broken you and stays anyway. It’s about who can understand your pain even when they haven’t lived through the same things. It’s about who doesn’t take a disagreement as a reason to end everything, or use the things you shared in a moment of vulnerability against you... And, most importantly, it’s about having the sincerity to apologize when you know you should... but I think it’s too much to ask for that when the world is a whole shit show.🩸🥀