Happiness is like the old man told me Look for it, but you’ll never findlet it go, live your life and leave it Then one day, wake up and he’ll be home

Today I got a phone call from Brooklyn and 2.5 hours later i am wishing I never picked up the phone. Not because it was bad but because all those feelings i worked hard to push away erupted back to the surface once i heard his voice again. I realized that love is simple. Its people(me) that complicated, messy and fucked up