the slow feelings are the ones i trust now. not the rush of something new and consuming, not the electricity that makes you feel alive and slightly ill at the same time. i mean the ones that arrive quietly, over months, and one day you look up and realise they've been there the whole time.
the slow kind of missing someone. the slow kind of knowing. the slow kind of love that doesn't announce itself but just keeps showing up, in small gestures, in remembered details, in the way a person makes space for you without being asked.
i wasted years chasing the fast ones. the kind that felt like being chosen loudly and urgently. but loud and urgent are not the same as real. and real, i've learned, is almost always slow. almost always quiet. almost always the thing you almost missed because you were looking for something louder.
i'll take that. i'll take that into the next one.
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