Maybe they’re right and I’m wrong. I’m so entangled in your roots I can’t even see straight. What I do know is that we are a natural disaster and nothing feels more right than the earth taking back what’s hers.
She’s not going to try and conceal anything. If something’s going on, she’s going to talk to you about it. You won’t have to play any guessing games with her. She’ll always be upfront and honest.
“INFPs have been called the ‘Children of the Myers Briggs World’ and it’s pretty true. True idealists, we see the best in everyone and everything, processing everything in our rich internal world and constantly dreaming about how the world could be a better place…”
People tell you you’re running away from your problems, and maybe you are.
“I searched Groupon for cheap, interesting sounding classes. I ended up taking a mixology class (so fun!) and also a photography workshop. It felt good to just…enjoy stuff? I talked to people I wouldn’t have otherwise met and kept my mind busy.”
I wanted to love you. I could see who you were, the parts you were afraid to show, and I wanted to hold them even closer.
I never loved you. But now the sun is going to come up and I’m thinking about you and missing your smile again.
I want to tell him it isn’t fair. He shouldn’t take up all this space reserved for important things like missing my father, or college papers, or anything.
You swallow the words that have tried to fight their way out. You take piping hot showers to wash away any trace of your feelings and of him.
I wrote an entire book with things I couldn’t say to you.