To unlove is to love?
Is it the same for everyone? The ability to unlove people? I think I struggle more than most. The idea of dismantling every attachment I have built seems like an impossible feat. For quite some time, I have tried numbing myself to heartbreak and its residuals. For as long as I have tried, I realize that's not who I am. I feel deeply, and I love deeply. To the damaged and besmirched pieces of art in my personal gallery, I don't love you any less. I admire you despite the changes in perspectives. To show me something so beautiful, as temporary as it may be, is an act of kindness. It is an act of love.