Maybe perfect on paper does not mean perfect for me.
I was content with loneliness. But when you came into my life, that longing feeling that I worked so hard to keep down in the deep recesses of my mind found a way out, engulfing me, helplessly encasing me.
I have to let go, be present, and actively live in the moment. They say love finds you when you least expect it, and I think that’s because you’re so happy and fulfilled in your life that you aren’t worried about it. My goal is to get to that place.
Not talking to you is killing me. I wish I could forget you now.
I am better than this crap. And so are you. It’s infuriating that we just lose our self respect just to get a taste of attention. Just to get a drop.
Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s like we are in a love story with rejection.
Your footsteps shine on the ground, like there are stars on the soles of your feet, planting them like seeds in the soil, and when you walk by my house, my skin gets tingles
All I know is that I want to quit you, I want to quit this game, but then I see your face and all my logic goes out the window. I see your smile and all my strength leaves my body. I wish I knew how to quit you. If I could, I would.
Do not drink wine together.
Do not drink tequila together.
Do not drink mezcal together.
Do not drink whiskey together
But the thing is being emotionally unavailable is a mindset you are getting yourself trapped in.