And i guess its kind of funny in all senses of the word that being in love has under the most intense environmental pressure, allowing sufficient and significant emotional support, crushed the molecules of these memories i thought to be (perfectly cliched and honest) lumps of coal in my stocking into geometrically perfect crystalline structures of unparalleled purity and strength, reflecting reality at all kinds of crazy perspectives. Allowing myself to feel a need to hold someone again has turned every insignificant detail in my life into sublime revelation, a time life feels like its all worth the inevitable heartbreaks.