In order to heal, it’s imperative that we completely let go. Surrender the hurt. Surrender the pain. Surrender the desire for your side to be understood. Surrender the love that once was. Surrender the anxiety of what’s to come next in your life. It’s time to move on, my friend.
Cutting people off feels different now. It’s not anger, it’s grief. Like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.
Acts of service men are dangerously attractive.
Fixing problems, making sure you’ve eaten, charging your phone, carrying your things… that’s romance to me.
My own cup is empty. This is why I am currently unable to pour into others. If anyone cares about me, this is the time to pour into me. Even the strongest soldiers sometimes get vulnerable and need rest.
things I've learned don't mean anything:
-sleeping together
-meeting their family
-no protection
-talking about the future
- calling for hours
-"I love you"