Wiggle Like a Fish in Love

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…

She flinched.The world hit her first. He didn’t flinch back.He didn’t explain. He just stepped forward—and became the thing the world had to go through. ___________________________This page is for women who still wonder if a man could actually feel her—not just want her, or need her, but *get* her.Women who’ve had to carry both the…

For the women who sensed more beneath the stillness:He wasn’t cold.He was paused—waiting to see if warmth was allowed.Some men grew up learning that warmth was dangerous.If he stayed still, it may not have been indifference.It may have been hope, holding its breath.

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 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.They wonder if he ever became the man she knew he could be.This post is for her. He was the one left behind, and so walked away.And yeah—it broke him,in ways he didn’t know he could.But it also sharpened him,softened him,shaped him. He didn’t come back louder.He came…

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.