The truth is, when you try to fix something that is already broken, you’re settling for something that is so frail that it could easily break again. You’re settling for something that could potentially break you.
“I’ve finally learned to love myself and it’s made all the difference in my day-to-day existence. I wake up every morning feeling satisfied and prepared to take on the world!”
And sometimes you drink a little and your eyes tell a different story. Your vulnerable voice tells me you hate this distance. Your body tells me you’re afraid of getting closer.
He won’t wait until everything is perfect or until he’s fully ready to commit. He will jump in with both feet because the thought of losing you makes him sick, the thought of you being with someone else terrifies him and the thought of him loving someone else drives him crazy.
Someday your pain will be the reason why you fought for your happiness, fought for a better life and fought for answers, for closure and asked for things you would have never asked for if you weren’t hurting.
They’ll remember you once they learn that only very few people can actually love them without trying to change them. They’ll remember you when they get over the phase they’re in and realize that maybe they messed up by letting you go.
I never know if I should you call an almost. Because that’s what you were, an almost lover, we almost made it but then I refer to almost as something of the past, something that is no longer in my life, something that I forgot about because it didn’t mean anything to me. But you weren’t an almost for me, you meant something. I was sure about you.
You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.
The crazy thing about modern love is that it makes everyone feel so replaceable. So forgettable. So disposable.
Forgive me if I don’t trust you right away for I’m still mending the broken pieces and trying to forget about the tragedy of all the ones who came before you.