because what love is it if it does not unfasten with the intent to reposition? or break apart with the intent to reconstruct?
I’ll rather a love that undoes, only to re-teach how to stand firm and sober and solid on a trustable foundation than one that quivers underneath my wailings and peaks alongside my zeniths. I want a love that will instruct. A love that will lead. A love so deeply rooted in Love that even when I un-perfect it with instability, it is still able to be constant. because love is not Love if it is not rich enough a soil for you to grow steadily in.”—
Eloghosa Osunde (via brownskin-blackink)
This will forever be beautiful to me.