Maybe I’m confused because… this is what happiness feels like?
Like… of course I know what it feels like to be happy, but it seems that I’ve been living these past few weeks in a constant state of confusion… but it’s not a … bad state of confusion? Per se? Because I hate it… but I know it’s all still okay…
And I’m fine with it (which confuses me all the more).
“Maybe love isn’t supposed to be comfortable. Maybe love is just supposed to be worth it.”