Her

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. and yet, it wasn’t enough. perhaps this love isn’t meant to last, only to transform oneself—a consciousness meeting another, briefly, before turning into something we can no longer name and a feeling that just lingers. this is maybe the whole meaning of love, at its highest form, it transcends us onto something we can't imagine, and maybe that’s the most human thing of all, to just feel all of it.