Sometimes I feel weird explaining to someone how inconsiderate they were in a situation. It’s like, if you didn’t realize it yourself, I don’t know what’s left to say.
You do not have to wait for someone to become terrible enough to justify leaving. Being drained is enough. Being anxious is enough. Feeling unseen, unheard, and disrespected is enough.
I'm grown enough to admit im not the easiest person to love. Life put me thru a lot, so yea...i overthink, i get triggered real quick, i shut down, and sometimes i don't even make sense. I'm sensitive as hell & i need patience.
But one thing about me?? MY LOVE IS REAL.