“Spending a good 4-5 hours of the morning, as a guest in someone’s house, contemplating whether anyone’s in the bathroom.”
You would remind me of who I am, of the individual you have come to known, how I should respect myself and those around me and that the very things I’d do with a clouded mind would in turn hurt those that love me and you would undoubtedly drill that thought into me.
Empaths tend to carry the weight of the world, or be a bleeding heart, or always offer her shoulder to cry on, or fill in your own cliché.
I want to be the sunlight that creeps through your window shades to remind you that darkness is temporary and that tomorrow has and will always come.
The ‘What’s Up’ Dude: He asks you this question often and in a variety of ways. What’s up? Wassup? What’s going on? How’s things? He doesn’t not know how to have an actual conversation. He checks in fairly regularly. Sometimes these messages arrive at booty call times. Sometimes they arrive when you are procrastinating at work and you reply. “Nm. U?” He says “Same,” then nothing else until the next “What’s up?”
I am here, see me, feel me, take me.
Take my hand and walk with me.
I am terrified of leaving promises unfulfilled, plane tickets unused, hearts unsure if I loved them.
I’m your best friend. Or at least, I was. Now I’m just in your way.
Even if your heart is brimming with unfathomable passion, it will never fix a broken person. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to be with someone who actually wants to change. Maybe then you’ll have better luck. But people do what they want regardless of the quantity of love you douse them with.
If you’re worried about what someone did in the past or terrified that they’re going to desert you in the future, it becomes impossible to enjoy the present with them.