Kat M

“Seven years ago, he was this bright-eyed dishwasher with soap under his nails, wearing overstretched shirts, trying to find his dream, and in the present, he was glossy and sure of himself, though when he smiled. the cracks showed, and they were cracks that most people probably didn't want to see. But I loved them, too.

That was love, wasn't it? It wasn't just a quick drop-it was falling, over and over again, for your person. It was falling as they became new people. It was learning how to exist with every new breath. It was uncertain and it was undeniably hard, and it wasn't something you could plan for. Love was an invitation into the wild unknown, one step at a time together.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip