This has made me miss love as much as I now hate it. You stitch your desires with words and now they feel like my missing stretched feelings ♡
This has made me miss love as much as I now hate it. You stitch your desires with words and now they feel like my missing stretched feelings ♡
I like that. To love is to be alive. It is the only thing worthwhile sometimes. To be loved even for a brief moment even if it is a lie at the end.
I'd want to be in a place where I can believe it's worth anything to open oneself to being loved but I have seen myself pour myself into someone only to have them spill me somewhere to die. I may not be alive for a while as loving is also deadly.
There's that. To trust another when all you have received is pain is difficult. The heart doesn't heal as quickly as skin. I understand.
I am afraid I will struggle with that for a while. But I know I'll be fine.
I am glad you get ♡