Sometimes, just for a laugh, just for a lol, you meet your partner's family for the first time and stay with them in Mumbai, and you deliberately time your visit so that you're there for their most important religious festival, for reasons of joviality and bonding and inclusion, and then you catch the first flu of your entire life at the age of 31 and end up hospitalised and on IV fluids 2 days before the festival, missing all of the prep and the sari fittings, and just generally feel like a rotten turnip stuffed with old garden waste
sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake, loving someone so hard and getting so badly hurt in the process but the other times I know that I would never have known what love was if I didn't.There is beauty in loving someone even if they don't love you back the same way.
I made a funny post earlier today about "lol im experiencing withdrawls from not being on ao3 cause its down" and it turns out I've been experiencing high grade fever symptoms all day long.