When Dostoevsky said:
“Isolate as much as you want to become stronger, even if you see that loneliness is an unbearable hell, it is much better than the multiple masks of humans”
They ask me about love languages, about words and gifts and touch. But mine is staying.
Staying when voices shake and truth feels sharp. Staying when silence sits between us like a wall. Staying when leaving would hurt less in the moment.
Love is not always light and laughter. Sometimes it is choosing the same soul on tired days, on quiet days, on days that ask for patience. It is showing up without armor, letting someone see the soft, unsure parts of me.
Anyone can love when it is easy and bright. But I believe in the love that remains, the love that says I am here, even when here is not simple.
You care for someone so badly in love but they do things which they like & never follows ur advice knowing that it's hurting them sm .Hard pill to swallow .
Why don't you want me darling?
Why don't you want me to yourself?
It should be me that you're calling
It should be me and no one else
I'm so obsessed with you, darling
Pretty sure it's fucking with my health