toblerone ice cream
I may not have a God clue how to love anyone right now, and I may not be able to pin open my heart for longer than a millisecond, but someday I am going to love someone and I am going to love them so much that they won’t be able to feel the space between their heart and their lungs. I will love the cracks in their voice and their past and their future. I will love the dents in their back, the messiness of their handwriting, and each and every word that stumbles off of their sometimes chapped lips. I promise you that I will love their cruelty, their stubbornness, their horrible jokes and their poor cooking. I will still love them when they curse a lot and I will love them even more when they don’t love themselves. And I’d like to think that loving all of those things prepares me for loving someone with everything I have someday. And when that someday comes, I hope they are ready for how much I will love them and every inch of their imperfect soul.