If you get her heart, handle it gently. She's not "too much." She's a woman doing five jobs with one heart. Give her safety, give her patience, give her time. She's not broken. She's becoming.
She's trying to heal, while trying to grieve, while trying to forgive, while trying to forget, while trying to love, while trying to be loved. That's a lot for one woman's heart.
She's unlearning the people who taught her love was supposed to hurt. She's relearning how to trust her own voice. She's forgiving versions of herself she never should have had to apologize for. And still, she shows up. She cooks. She works. She loves people when sheโs drained.
i realized that no one, not even my mother or closest friends knows what iโm actually like in the inside of my head, and the only person who actually knows who i am is me
Iโve learned the hard way that I canโt always count on others to respect my feelings, even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesnโt guarantee that others will be good people. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.
BARE MINIMUM
โข Opens the door
โข Replies to your story
โข Buys a gift after a fight
โข Holds her bag when she's tired
โข Asks if she ate or drank water
โข Holds her hand in public
โข Pulls the chair for her
PRINCESS TREATMENT
โข Ties her shoes
โข Breakfast in bed
โข Gives her massages
โข Tracks her periods & cravings
โข Plans at least one surprise date night every month
โข Takes candid pictures of her secretly