Rania Naim

Your passion is like the person who finally shows you how you should be treated and how you should be loved after being with so many people who broke your heart and took you for granted.

It’s the leftovers of me. The parts you broke. The trust you destroyed. The fear you evoked.

You learn that for the wrong person, you’ll never be enough and it’s not your fault.

Part of me just wants to tell you that you don’t have to be nice or cordial because it all doesn’t matter now. It’s all the same to me. You’re not mine and until you are, there’s nothing you can do that will fix it.

They embrace imperfections. They embrace chaos. They embrace differences and they’re compassionate. Their mission is to heal and fix people. Their mission to is to try to rebuild what others have destroyed.

One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.

They want answers immediately. They love saying how they feel. They don’t really think twice about what they say and how they say it and when they try to push others to do the same, it kind of pushes them away.

I don’t want to be with someone who makes me question myself. Asking myself why he didn’t text, why he’s not following up, was it something I said or was it something I did?