Letter from a secure to an avoidant attachment
"My love,
I never asked you to be perfect, only present. But every time I got too close, you pulled away. I wanted to build something steady, something safe—but love can’t grow where walls are always being built. I hope one day you realize that love isn’t a trap, it’s a choice. And I would have chosen you, every time."
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Likes And eventually, the bill comes due.