i don't like people who can't put their pride aside. Like pleaseee apologize, say you fucked up and you miss me or you wanna be in my life again. Life's too short, grow up
If you truly love someone, you love them twice. The first time it's all about attraction. Their smile, voice and presence. But slowly the curtain lifts. You see their scars, insecurities, mood swings, trauma and moral differences. It's no longer perfect. It's real. If you can still love them, without filters, without expectations, that's not infatuation. That's a love of understanding. The kind that stays and grows.
I’m at a point in my life where as long as I know I did right by you, I’m okay with walking away when something no longer works. I used to hold on longer than I should’ve because I cared, because of history, or because I wanted things to work out. But I’ve learned you can’t keep carrying relationships by yourself. If I showed up, kept it real, and did my part, that’s enough for me. Whether it’s family, friends, whoever, I don’t force what’s no longer mutual. I just leave it where it’s at and keep moving.
I can’t stand a ngga that’s tit for tat like your main purpose as a…. man is to lead and be logical, so why are you mirroring me and ts i do out of emotion? who tf gone be the man if we both acting like btches?
To be appreciated.
To be understood.
To be considered.
To be respected.
To be prioritized.
To be cared for.
To be desired.
To be chosen.
To be valued.
To be loved.
To be seen.
When I leave people alone, I genuinely think I’m giving them what they want. Cuz it’s no way you did what you did & expected me to believe you still wanted me around.
No disrespect to anyone, but God please don't send me another partner who doesn't know how to communicate, take accountability, or emotionally show up. I don't want a partner who's still battling their own issues, avoiding healing, depressed, or emotionally unavailable and refusing help. I don't want a partner who can't stand firm, speak with clarity, or take control of their own life.
I really owe myself an apology. For staying in places where I felt I wasn't wanted, but chose to hold on anyway. For trying to fix bonds that were already dead. For putting people first who would never have done the same for me. I knew better, but I kept giving chances. I kept showing up for folks who didn't appreciate me. So now I'm holding myself accountable, because I should.