When you’re trying to determine whether or not a relationship is “right” for you, the reality is that you already know the answer – sometimes you just need to hear the question posed in a different way to really acknowledge it.
She’s a wonderful listener.
“Stalking. It’s only called stalking when you’re ugly. If you’re beautiful it’s being persistent.”
She embraces solitude like it’s her security blanket. But it also clutches back. It holds her back from taking the first step, from getting to know them.
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.
We tell each other it was the first time that we have went on a date quite like this, and we make sure that it won’t be our last one.
Love is not patient. Love is not kind. Love is brutal. Love is irrational. Love hurts.
Allow me to be weak because it still stings. Allow me to embrace the weakness.
She doesn’t have any desire to spend time with anyone who doesn’t want to spend time with her.
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.