I told you how hard it is for me to give myself again.
I wanted a best friend. Someone who could make me smile without trying too hard, who could make me feel beautiful without breaking a sweat, who could make me feel like enough naturally.
I have settled into a life without dates, without kisses, without cuddling. I am used to being alone.
I think the reason I’m so angry about what happened is because deep down I know I should have been the one who walked away.
When you love someone, you are taking a leap. You are giving them access to your soul. You are giving them the tools to hurt you — but you are also giving them the tools to make you happier than you have ever been before.
Stop promising to hang out with me and then backing out of our plans. Stop getting me excited about seeing you and then ending my nights with disappointment.
You open up to him, you tell him that you’re sorry and it’s stupid but you are terrified of being abandoned again.
If this isn’t love, then it’s ok.
I want to be that person – I want to love you.
You allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of them. You tear your walls down and give them full access to your heart. You do not hold anything back from them.