All Time High

Love, of course, isn't a furniture assembly manual – there's no clear plan of where to put what and how to screw it together. Everything is shaky, emotional, sometimes on the verge of hysteria, and relationships are being repaired on a schedule. But amidst all this chaos, you suddenly catch yourself believing again. That you don't have to save, but can just dance until the tears dry. What can't be explained, but simply breathing in sync. The air here is like it's infused with morning light after a sleepless nite - a little hazy, but full of hope. It still hurts, but it's beautiful now. And somewhere between "why again?" and "let's try again," that feeling is born when your steps become lighter and your heart feels almost weightless.