I know I write about love
like it’s the only thing that matters in the world,
even when I see money and illness and things that won’t ever be fixed.
I know the chaotic agony of reality.
I know that one day, we’re all going to die.
But, I can’t help but think that if we spent more time looking at life through the eyes of love,
we would all be better off.
I write about love
knowing what I know,
because I also know that love is the only thing that matters.