I knew who I was, but it also seemed like I was trying to mold myself into something I wasn’t.
I was trying as hard as I possibly could for him to see me the way I saw him. To love me the way I loved him.
Deep down you know you deserve better, but you can’t quit and you’re not sure why.
I wonder how I can continue to do this to myself. To pretend that I have something that I don’t.
Feel sad, wallow in what could have been, what was and what is.
If they never use the word “we” in reference to anything of substance, let them go.
Real love is finding someone who balances your dysfunction (yes, I said dysfunction) and you, theirs.
It’s terrifying to let go, but holding onto something that was never mean’t to stay is just as painful.
While I still love him more than I can begin to express, he forced me to do something that I couldn’t… Find myself.
Full of masked identities and false truths. We go on dates, we exaggerate our accomplishments and downplay our failures.