creating bridges

It's the same with any relationship. You build one. You feed it. You nurture it. You do what you have to do if it is what you want. It grows. It creates purpose. It inspires us. It teaches us about who we are. It's painful, and magical, and agonizing, and unfathomable. You do crazy things, you wear your heart on your sleeve, you beg and plead, you cry, you bleed. You'll need space and time, you need standards. It'll make you scream and laugh at the same time. You'll know everything you've ever needed to know and nothing at the same time. You'll be a monster, the very person you never wanted to become. You'll hate it. You'll hurt people and let yourself be hurt. You'll make bad decisions. Maybe you'll abuse someone, maybe you'll cheat, maybe you won't do anything. This is what it's about. It's love. It's not supposed to be perfect. There's no norm, no instruction manual, no "pause" button, no rules. You're on your own.