Aber die Liebe lässt einen genauer und immer genauer hinsehen. Man bemerkt den Handrücken, eine Drehung des Kopfes, die Art zu gehen. Die erste Verliebtheit blendet, und man sieht alles nur als wundervolles, umschwärmtes Ganzes oder als die wunderschöne Summe wunderschöner Eindrücke. Doch wenn man den Geliebten in Einzelheiten wahrnimmt und diese hinterfragt - warum geht er so, warum blinzelt er so? -, kann man auch diese Teile lieben, und die Liebe wird komplizierter und vollkommener zugleich.

I climb into the dark for you
Are you waiting in the stars for me?

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

When I was small my mother tried to teach me the colors. "Blue," she said, pointing to the sky. And "blue" again, the second time pointing to the water. She told me I shook my head because I could see that sky blue was not always the same as water blue.
It took me a long time-until I lived in Oria- to use the same word for all the shades of a color...
Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on The Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

It's all right to wonder.