anyone who has ever had to attend a funeral for someone they love knows that 9 times out of 10, you will be in shock for it. nothing will seem real & you quite literally have to put on that fake smile until everything settles in.
leave this woman alone. everyone grieves differently.
If love finds me, I hope it feels like peace after a long journey. A love that is calm, genuine, and secure. The kind that celebrates my victories, stays through my struggles, and reminds me that real love is not just about finding the right person, but about choosing each other every day.
I don’t like having to repeatedly express what makes me uncomfortable or what I don’t like. At some point, I’m going to start feeling like you simply don’t care about how I feel, and once I get to that point, I’m probably not going to express how I feel about things anymore. I shouldn’t have to keep explaining what consideration looks like to me