sometimes the intensity of the love is so indescribable that i just thank god for photography. sometimes it feels like the only way to preserve the feeling for a little while. otherwise, the feelings just pass by with the days and i don’t even stop for five seconds to consider a darn one. not who i am, not where i’m going, not the intensity of the love i’m feeling — or giving.
first on my own stop-doing list:
stop … feeling like i’m not feeling anything. because, my god, it’s not true.
what’s first on your stop-doing list?