okay, I was in my room, and my fucking dog was like freaking out, sniffing everywhere and at first i wasn’t suspicious bc i thought my cat was there, so i brushed it off. then, she starts marching around my bed for 5 minutes, and theres nothing there. and then i was like OMG GHOST. after a minute or so, she jumped off the bed, and was sniffing under it. so i was like oh, theres definitely a cat under there. i look, and theres no cat! I WAS LIKE OMG LUCY COME ON THE BED COME ON and finally she did, but she’s still on guard. 

im freaking out rn. I ALWAYS KNEW THERE WAS A FUCKING GHOST IN THIS HOUSE

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.