the older i get, the less patience i have for hot-and-cold behavior.
if you’re interested, be interested.
if you’re busy, be busy.
but the constant disappearing and reappearing act doesn’t do much for me anymore.
i think one of the purest forms of love comes from people who have already learned how to enjoy their own company. they choose you because they want you, not because they need you.
cutting people off feels different now. it’s not anger, it’s grief. like dang… I really wanted you here, but your actions showed me I’m not safe with you.