and then she went quiet.
and stopped talking about it.
she reached out less.
her replies came slower, with more silence in between.
and the escape she once dreamed of was no longer a flight away.
it became staying in bed. being alone.
and no one noticed how tired she had become.
a few days ago, i wrote a letter, and it scared me at first how often the thought kept returning, of it being read one day through tears - and i realized not everything made it onto the page.
i'm finally in a healthy long-term relationship without constant ups and downs. just consistent love, deep conversations, learning & understanding. in love with that kind of love 🤍
nehmen ma an i wär mein hauptchararakter in einer simulation. !jetzt! wär der zeitpunkt an dem i in spielstand lösch und nomal von ganz vorne anfangen will. too much weight to carry for one soul. die kurzen up's machen die langen down's nimma gut.
der moment wenn man so selbstbewusst wird und anfangt sich nimma selbst zu hinterfragen wenn eigene bedürfnisse kleingredet werden. gleichzeitig es tollste & mit abstand schlimmste gefühl weil man erkennt wer einen manipuliert und draufkommt dass es die allerengsten sein.