If you’re still hoping someone will understand the version of you you’ve grown into—
𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒎 𝑰.
Not the you you were years ago.
Not the you you were to survive.
But the you you’ve fought to become.
Maybe we didn’t miss our people.
Maybe we were just becoming them.
There are a thousand ways I say “I want you.”This is one of them.
There’s a difference between being composed and being closed.I’ve done both. When I’m composed, I have room for you.When I’m hiding, there’s barely room for me.
Some things fade.Some things stay.These were a few that stayed. ~Links to the week’s posts in the first comment~
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺.𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘺.But don’t disappear because someone else couldn’t hold your weight.You are not unlovable.You are not too much.You are just carrying more than most people ever will—and still walking. I know how that feels. I’m proud of you—Honestly, I’m proud of myself too.Frankly, you and I?…
To the women who’ve ever felt like too much for someone emotionally quiet:I wasn’t overwhelmed.I just didn’t know how to hold you yet.I do now.
A funny thing happened to me a long time after my last breakup.⠀I did the thing you do… got one of those human-finding apps where you judge the next love of your life through a ceaseless stream of thumb-flickable faces.⠀So, I created a dating profile,and then I stepped back.I Looked at it.I realized…⠀…the man being…
