Thank you.Dear you,
I can accept we’re different and appreciate it more than anything, but knowing there’s a part of me that isn’t ready to trust you and knowing it’s enough for you to lose it is enough for me to love you in my rear view mirror rather than coming to you. I can’t be her— whoever that is.
You may not believe in boxes, but I’m done destroying myself to pull you out of the box you built up for yourself. I know you want to work on it, but I don’t have the patience for it to hurt my children, my family, and my coworkers.
I’d give you every limb I had left, but my mind won’t ever align with yours.
Kim
Thank you for giving me something to think about and work on.Thank you.
I love feeling like this. I'm glad you do.I,
continue to dream of you.
But images just will not do.
Not anytime that my heart supernovas for you.
I,
can’t describe what I feel every time you pass by,
I try to put it into words but only powerful emotions and feelings come out.
All I can say is, I am so lucky you like me.
I shall do it afraid.
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I think I’ll just write something since I’m grieving my friend’s/father of my children’s death.
I know it isn’t fully the same, I genuinely believe that friendship leads to deep rooted love for one another and it’s not something to classify as an attachment issue as we’re all born imperfect and into imperfect families.
Dear you,
Every day that you’re away has been nothing but denial that you were ever going to leave this world. You were the best person there was for doing the exact opposite of this for me and others that you loved. I have to confront this dark side of myself that I expected more from you than I’ve ever could’ve given at that time in my life, just like there were things you never could’ve given me then either. I miss you more than anything in the world as I take steps away from this relationship that you witnessed in your childhood and even in my own with love hope and absolute adoration for everything you are and were.
Adores vivos \w/ my love.
You’re worth living for.
This is perfection in prose.Dear you,
.
You fall in and out of my life like a spider building an unknown web of uncertainty. You fling my heart like a bowling ball down crooked corridors and expect it should not wonder off course into the back alley. I remember a time when you consumed my every thought and waking dream. But now, I feel we were ships passing through the night but now you want me to believe we are eternal. "Shall we be friends now?" as Gilbert Blythe said to Anne. But I can no longer be butterflies with you, my dear. Let me go. Gaslighting is not a love language.
C'est la vie.
I feel this on a deep level.I’m sorry you don’t want me to tell you I’m sorry.
Thank you for being you and sharing what you do with others even if they misconstrue it. I wouldn’t have found the courage the stand up without you sharing your insight. I hate you because of it because I hate that people misconstrue things. I hate that you’re right about it. I hate myself for not being able to accept you without being afraid from everything I’ve been through and scared of myself. I love you. I’m sorry we couldn’t be right. I’m sure that I’m arong. I’m sorry you’re meant for someone else. I’m sorry I’m too afraid to believe otherwise. I’m sorry you’re too afraid too. I’m sorry that I loved you. I’m sorry I was too afraid to connect. I’m sorry for being born like this. I’m sorry for hating you. I’m sorry my love isn’t enough for me or you or anyone. I’m sorry I hate you for that. I’m sorry that I love you. I’m sorry I’m afraid to. I’m sorry that it hurts us both. I’m sorry it doesn’t change anything or anyone. I’m sorry that I’m scared.
Love and healing to you. I’m glad it’s all a passing feeling.I feel this on a deep level.
Thank you, my love. And to you.Love and healing to you. I’m glad it’s all a passing feeling.