I have been struggling with the knots I have set for myself.
What is love? Is it the lightning and thunder of falling in love at first sight, or holding hands for many years? If it's the latter, wouldn't love have long ago become a family relationship or a friendship that I have been selfishly occupying and relying on?
Could it be that friendship is actually love under certain circumstances?
The more I unravel, the more complicated and worse the knot becomes.
Fish and water, me and you, what is the relationship?