Fallen expectations that never should have existed in the first place but also make so much sense to the point there’s no way that they wouldn’t exist. Ecstatic joy and soul-twisting sadness swirling and merging into functional confusion that is both as close to, and as far away from, the actual goal as it is possible to be. Stringing words together like beads on a rope when the beads are too small and the rope is too big but really everything is the perfect size, it just wasn’t ever meant to go together. But it fits, and it goes. Awkward and beautiful and unexpected. A perfect combination of not-quite-laughter and almost-fully-formed tears, marking but a single point on a map that continues in every direction but straight ahead. Everything is exactly as it needs to be.
I can I know 
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