For the woman who’s loved a man before he was ready—
I won’t pretend the end was all on me. But still—I wish I had been the man I am now, back then.
I can’t go back.
But I can be grateful for the part she played in helping me become the one I’ll be for someone else.
I’ll answer first:𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞:When I can’t give a detailed emotional response right away, it’s not because I’m hiding something—It’s because it takes time for me to feel my thoughts through enough to understand what they are. After that, it takes more time to think of the right…
𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕.The kind of pursuit that feels like flattery at first…until you realize he wasn’t really looking at you.He was looking at his fantasy—and you were the placeholder. It can be one of the loneliest feelings—being seen, but not as the who who you are. Ever feel…
Some people don’t need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.
I had to buy ice and strawberries and motor oil today.None of that felt romantic.But if I’d been buying them for someone else, it might’ve.
Wanted: One needy, guarded, intense, high-maintenance woman with a bunch of baggage. These are the terms used for women who “intimidate” men, eh? I’ve heard that. Never understood that, myself. I want a woman with such depth I cannot touch the ground when she’s held in my arms. To my mind, Behind the Wires Personal…
🐾 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆:I don’t ask for reassurance often—but when it comes, it hits like a drug.Scratch me behind the ears—I’ll follow you around for hours. I’ve learned to be steady—after years of stumbling.I don’t need managing—but I do need respect.I carry what’s mine—some loads just took longer…
