Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:
I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of
yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.
I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.
Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?
love doesn’t transcend severance…
…but the ability to love does.