The story of Orpheus and Eurydice keeps haunting me. It's so beautiful and tragic at the same time. Orpheus travels to the under world to get Eurydice back and he can succeed; one condition;  he can't look back to see if Eurydice is with him until they've reached the real world - but Orpheus looks back when he has passed the gates only to watch Eurydice fade away into the arms of Death  because she hadn't passed the gates yet - they got reunited when Orpheus was killed.

Sometimes your home can feel so cold and empty and one day I realized that being with someone you love and care about can feel just like home.

...a ten word bedtime story...

But maybe that is the reason for love - to learn how to love another person  independent of the things they hate about themselves - and if they tell you, maybe you end up loving those things to heal the one you love - and you fear that if you tell other people about the things you hate about yourself you fear that no one will love those to heal you.

After trying to put into words how I feel about love I finally came to this conclusion - a conclusion I've never gotten to before. Might that be progress?