a lady on TikTok just said, “he never knew i could’ve supported him through all his dreams, because he never invited me to dream with him.” and i couldn’t stop thinking about how many plans i made in my head for someone who never made space for me in theirs.
It kinda makes me sad when i reflect back on instances where people knew exactly what they were doing and how it would hurt me and went ahead anyway. The ease of being casually so insidious will never not shock me.
I’ve never experienced genuine love. I’ve never had no man EVER love me the correct way, everything always turns into a lesson and I’m so tired of that.
i love when dudes show random affection. You be minding your business and here he come kissing your cheek. rubbing your waist. squeezing you. telling you that you're so pretty. i love it all!