03/06/2026
Love is like wheel throwing.
First, it’s just a lump of clay. Messy. Lopsided. Nothing special.
Then hands show up. Pressure. Centering. It hurts before it shapes.
You’ll wobble. You’ll collapse. The wheel doesn’t care about your timeline.
But if the hands stay steady, patient, knowing when to push and when to let go…
You stop being a lump. You become a bowl.
Something that can actually hold.