It’s not a fling if it’s not something you can just throw away
You’ve got to be really broken, tiny, so minuscule you barely at exist, to be able to do that. When you throw it away. And if it’s something that you let happen because it was comforting, healing even, it’s brought you back to life. You’re not incomplete, you’re healthy and breathing and alive again. And so you can’t stop yourself feeling. Gratitude and pleasure and joy and tickled and comforted and happy. Now, try throwing that away.
Whew, who knew that having fun could be so much effort?
