I still remember exactly how horrible it felt to watch love leave like I was to blame for some ending that blindsided me.
I always tried incredibly hard to get people to like me as if I had something to prove. But the more I tried; the more people didn’t.
When we love someone, I don’t think it’s the kind of thing that ever entirely goes away even when that person does. It would be a beautiful thing to see love reciprocated every time.
Sometimes my most anxious moments feel like it’s a boxing match of me vs. my mind and when I allow myself to go down the rabbit hole of negative thoughts, what happens is self-doubt.
And when you choose to love, I hope it’s the kind of thing that feels like Saturday mornings in baggy clothes making waffles in the kitchen as your song plays in the background.
It isn’t your job to always be the strong one, and people shouldn’t expect that of you.
Anyone who doesn’t choose you cannot possibly be meant for you. It seems like an easy concept. But when the heart is involved, logic and reasoning don’t matter.
If you look at trauma or the person who inflicted pain upon you through lenses with empathy and understanding, that is the gateway to healing.