Vachon Imagined

Love is the thing that makes us get up in the morning.

It gives us permission to walk to the sink, brush our teeth, and begin again. To enter whatever routines the day asks of us, however ordinary, however different they may look from someone else’s.

Yours may look nothing like mine.

But love is the energy.

Love is the force.

It is what puts the moon in the sky for us to marvel at, to bewitch us, to name and define, even though it was there long before we arrived to give it meaning.

Love is the thing that brings us together, and sometimes the thing that leads us apart.

It leads to breakups so we can learn maturity. So we can learn how to grow. So we can discover that loving someone does not always mean keeping them, and losing something does not always mean that love has failed.

Wherever there is life, known or unknown, there is love.

There is you.

There is me.

And there is nothing else.