She’s a wonderful listener.
I had no idea that you gave me your number as a formality, or that when you said you would love to get together again, it would be the last time I ever heard your voice. I left thinking, “This could be the start of something,” while you watched me go knowing it was the end.
Allow me to be weak because it still stings. Allow me to embrace the weakness.
You have taught me that you cannot force someone to love you. You cannot be the only one in the relationship willing to try. And you cannot make someone want you for who you really are.
Voice your opinions. If you won’t let people know what you think or feel, they will never know.
Help me heal from all the thoughts that make me guarded and all the feelings I force myself to repress because I’ve been hurt before. Help me heal from all the broken pieces and make my heart whole again.
Having other people voice concern about your mental and emotional health makes your panic spin out of control. For them to see your struggle and see what you have to go through every day just to get through life is terrifying for you. You would rather save them from seeing you like that.
You’re obsessed with being on-time.
You’re terrified of putting yourself out there and getting disappointed again. Besides, no one you meet can ever compare to your first real love.
I should have limited my beverage choices to water for most of the week, hardening my heart against the lure of the cafeteria’s three soda machines and the free coffee shop.