Going through a phase right now, i think i've finally come in terms with letting a lot of stuff go including feelings, people, fears, just everything. it's time for new beginnings, new chapters that brings happiness, love and endless memories. it's time to move on with life.
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. And eventually, the bill comes due.
That’s why resentment feels sudden but never is. It’s accumulated silence. Each time you override your own discomfort to keep peace, you teach yourself that your needs are negotiable. The mind remembers, the body remembers, even when you pretend you don’t. Patience without boundaries isn’t love, it’s erosion. And eventually, what you refused to address directly comes back as anger, distance, or emotional shutdown. The bill always arrives.
I never want a man to settle for me. Go find your dream woman. And if you can’t find her, don’t use me to fill the gap. I want mine clingy, passionate, reassuring, unapproachable, God fearing, and locked in on me only.