I miss making a persona of who I am and not being me to certain people. Yearning for old patterns is fucking shit. The fuck do you mean I’m yearning for my ex co-dependent lovers. I’m going to explode.
Give me someone who loves as loudly as I do, puts in the same effort, remembers the little things, and matches my freak. I don’t want to wonder if we’re on the same page, I want us writing the same story.
Why do I talk too much, and why do I give up time to talk to people who really don’t want to talk to me. I’m just someone who waits and waits and waits most of the time, why am I such a waste of breath
There’s something beautiful about loving someone without needing to do everything together. You can have your own interests, your own little worlds, and still choose the same couch, the same café, the same quiet space just because being near each other feels good.