Out of everybody, my little sister probably knows me best. I tell her everything, the good and the bad.
one thing I will never understand is how normal people are unaffected by movies or books I mean when they watch a movie or finish a book they say “well that was a good movie/book” and they move on while I have an existentional crisis and question the whole universe
Sad because I finished my book.
Then this is more of a relationship with oneself. You think about the conversations that could go on between you and this person, think of the things that could happen, think of the answers that could be said. When that happens, a lot of people (myself, included), tend to overthink things and put these thoughts in their head that are more than likely not ever going to be true. You can never know what a person is really like, unless you actually talk to them one-on-one and get to know them.
I haven’t really figured that out, yet.
Love. I don’t mean like loving your family or friends. Knowing what it is, what it feels like, how you act, the way you see things. I thought I was falling in love, but then it got swept up from under my feet. And I’m still on the ground, trying to figure out how to get back up.
Another thing would be motherhood. But that isn’t going to be for a long time. That is a different type of love.