Love Is The Answer. Was This Ever In Question?

I’m writing late at night, or early in the morning, in the hours between midnight and dawn. A period of rejuvenation, before the awakening…

I’m writing late at night, or early in the morning, in the hours between midnight and dawn. A period of rejuvenation, before the awakening, world re-accosted by the cold light of day.

I should be asleep.

It’s another day, night, morning like any other. I should be asleep, but I’m not. I should be a lot of things that I’m not.

But I’m not those things, and even if I were consciously wanting or trying to become those things, me beating myself up about not being them wouldn’t change anything.

So, I’ve decided to stop.

I am who I am. You are who you are. We live how we live.

This is it. This is all we have. It’s up to us to make the best of it.

Love is the answer. Was this ever in question?

Love is the answer.

More love, not less. Give and you shall get.

It’s too banal to be true.

But what is the question?

Love, too.

Why was it ever in question?

Why did you question your ability to love and be loved? Why did you withhold it from yourself?

How could you treat yourself like this? What made you believe you…