every experience that I have with love makes me rethink what I thought it was to love and I’m beginning to figure that no one, ever ever ever, is going to be able to say for certain what it really is and how it feels and that’s probably a good thing

Perhaps, all I mean to say is that I adore you. Because, in a way, I think I can be senseless with you and still make sense. Because you’re devastatingly real.
― Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)