I’m Grateful for Love That Comes Back the Same

Dear Delyara, There is a certain kind of love I no longer romanticize: the kind that arrives intensely and leaves unpredictably. What I’m grateful for now is repetition. Steadiness. The person who comes back the same enough that my body can stop preparing for emotional weather every time they enter the room. I used to think that was boring. I was wrong. It is healing.