although im ok with being single, i can't wait to actually meet someone who's actually interested in me. The constant crave of wanting to talk, asking about my day, my feelings, sharing laughter & being heard is so rare nowadays. Nobody communicates anymore, REAL IS RARE...
I don't even tell people that im hurting anymore. Not my family, not my friends, not my closest people.
Nobody. I cry to myself and then pick myself up. Then go about life like I'm completely okay. No matter how much I need someone, i just don't anymore.
of course i can do it alone. i’m the daughter who never vent to her parents. the distant one. the woman who heals herself. i always can. i always could. and i always will
Unfortunately I didn't want to give up but you just kept disappointing me. At some point, repeated disappointment becomes a choice. Walking away is self-respect.