by Corey Mesler “When there is food on the table, when the candles are lit, when you wash the dishes together and put the
by Corey Mesler “When there is food on the table, when the candles are lit, when you wash the dishes together and put the
“Because without the mess, without the responsibility, what is love really? A catalogue of nostalgic kindnesses? A shallow glow of belonging? While a gentle regard might endear one person to another, I doubt its power to sustain them. Love is too expansive for ego’s boundaries. It crashes through comfort, feeding on the trust of everything that has come before. It holds the present like a gift. It reaches, slowly, for what might be.” ~ Laura Jean Moore