my last act of love is respecting your decision if leaving me brings you peace and happiness, i'll stop chasing you and distance myself from you, even though it breaks everything in me.
Never has my life ever been improved by sending a wall of text. Not. One. Time. Every time I’ve written the long paragraph, explained my feelings, clarified my intentions, defended myself or tried to make someone understand exactly why they hurt me. I usually just ended up feeling more exhausted. They just don’t want to understand. No perfectly worded message can create accountability, empathy, effort or emotional maturity in someone who doesn’t have it. I’m learning that peace doesn’t always come from finally saying everything. Sometimes it comes from realising I don’t need to explain myself anymore.
I need someone who is emotionally vulnerable as me, someone who understands empathy. Someone who wouldn’t see my calmness as weakness. Someone wouldn’t leverage on my emotions. Someone who wouldn’t derive pleasure in seeing me sad or hurt. I just need someone who understands me.
manifesting a lover era in 2027: flowers, planned dates, forehead kisses, “text me when u get home,” and absolutely ZERO situationships. we’ve suffered enough 😭🫶.