I always do this, don’t I God? I always forget that you’re the one with the road map, the navigation, the airbags and seat belts. You’re the one watching over me, guiding me, reminding me, again and again, that I don’t have to do this alone.
Yet the truth is, a conversation changes nothing—it wouldn’t have fixed the circumstances.
I once read somewhere that loving someone is giving them a gun and trusting they won’t pull the trigger. But you did, didn’t you? Was it on purpose? I know that my shot wasn’t, but maybe you didn’t even feel that graze.
Aries: You’re giving up on love because no one can keep up with you.
What color is my newborn baby’s poop supposed to be?
“I have hidden a tiny speaker in an adjacent cubicle wall that emits a soft cat meow every two hours.”
At times when you feel like the whole world is up against you and it feels like you have no one to run to, know that you have yourself. That alone is enough for you to keep going.
And maybe when you willingly sacrifice yourself, when you willingly share your vulnerability and imperfection, when you willingly entrust your heart in someone’s hands—that’s when you experience real love.
It’s easier to pretend then call you out on your bullshit and tell you you’ve been a dick.
You ruin a perfectly good relationship by not giving anything back to your partner when they desperately need your compassion. By not lending them ears when they are having a hard time. By not lending them your shoulder to cry on when they are depressed or anxious or blue. You ruin a perfectly good relationship by not caring about what they need and want.