How do we learn to trust and to learn and to love other people when the people that promised us forever went away?
The one who opens up – but doesn’t listen.
ESFJ and ISFJ: Because you’re used to giving more than you get back.
They say it’s about loving someone’s flaws. Loving someone because they are a painting of beautifully unique imperfections. But when do you finally hear that their heart is the one that beats in harmony with yours?
I don’t believe anybody intentionally sets out to hurt anyone. I think that we wake up each day and face our own demons, whatever shape they choose to take.
It’s funny, honestly. For a girl who laughs in the face of exercise and feigns death when the idea of taking a jog is mentioned, I’ve managed to do a lot of it in my life.
I’m scared that if I open up, I’d be forced to feel all the things that I know I could feel for you.
No matter if the glamour of the day is obvious or hidden beneath a bed sheet, done up in a dress so jaw-dropping that we, beautiful enough on our own, might actually believe a dress would be holding our magic, our power for attracting love, when we are holding that love in our heart already.
Sure, you can comfort this person and teach them what real love is, but you cannot change their mindset.
When taking a cab. Beyond trusting that your cab driver knows where he’s going and isn’t ripping you off, you have to actually trust that this person is indeed, a cab driver. I sound like a Paranoid Polly, but my mom was actually kidnapped by a fake cab driver when she was my age. All you need is a Crown Victoria and a smile – boom. Cab driver.