It was the summer I expected would break my heart but which instead insisted on me to mend myself, to feel at home with myself again.
Every story about one human heart grasping for another’s has left me aspiring to do a greater job at taking hold of the heart which is my own.
Our relationships are sustained and empowered by truth. If you are interested in someone and convey that interest, you won’t look boring, you will look interested.
He just doesn’t know how to show up fully—vulnerably and not self-consciously—and he doesn’t know how to do that for anyone yet. That’s what we are witnessing: someone who is missing a sense of self but can’t say why or when they will have it.
These crumbs act as “feelers” – texts that suggest interest or offer interaction but which require the receiver to meet them half-way and do the real leg work.
We want to know each other but something stops us. It’s as if we don’t feel safe to go there any longer, to step in that closely, to be alone and ourselves with the friends of our past.
I’m here to tell you that the world gives you what you need when you stop leaving it. The world rewards you when you finally stand for yourself. So, stop running. Stop running away so the world can love you.
To keep yourself from lingering, to keep yourself available to greater love, you must give into loss. Give into the prospect that life is moving you along.
I’ve been afraid, usually, of loneliness, of becoming empty without intimacy, empty without having one person whom a mutual commitment to share myself deeply with has been promised.
Fear has never been enough to bring you to me or make you stay.