“Love is not a white lie. It doesn’t fill the cracks and make bad things beautiful or okay. Love is allowing ourselves to be fooled, not being fooled. Leaving ourselves open to hurt, not the hurt itself. Leaving ourselves open to delusion, not delusion itself. It’s not a guarantee, it’s the act of promising. The breathtaking act of hope. It’s the stupid high-stakes gamble that pays off. It’s a whisper of a touch. It’s a window flung open and naked to the day.”
