to the woman reading this... I hope the next man you love is so kind, so patient, and so consistent that your body finally relaxes. no guesswork. no anxiety. no mixed signals. no chaos disguised as passion. just peace. just security. just a love that emerges, stays firm, and feels calm instead of confusing. I wish for a love that doesn't trigger survival mode, but rather teaches you what true security feels like.
Getting hurt by someone you've explained your pain to, someone who knows your past and what you've had to overcome, and then they go ahead to do the exact same thing they promised never to do. This is one of the worst ever. It breaks you completely.