We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
I watched you lose interest in someone you said you’d love till the end of time. From that moment on I realized I’d never fully trust the words of a lover’s mouth again.
It was like a sudden
gust of wind, or an almost
empty sky, filled with one
cloud that for some reason
cannot stop itself from crying.
This is how it felt when
you left, a sudden storm
that gave no warning before
destroying an entire city.
And just like the civilians,
I had no idea what to do
next but to sit and wait for it
to stop. But unlike rain clouds
and spiteful tides, the feeling
of you destruction never did
pass. It was always above me,
always following me like I was
the only one who needed
this disaster to appreciate
what I still had. But it never
felt like a lesson, and I still
have yet to learn from my mistakes,
still have yet to prepare myself
in case it happens again.
But I am still waiting for
the remnants of what you left
me with to fix itself, to show me
that there might still be some hope
of your demise. So I will wait
for this feeling of uncertainty
and anxiety to stop. But knowing
you, and knowing of your capability
to manipulate anything that tries
to stop you, I will be waiting
for the rest of my life.
my anxiety gets 700% worse when someone says “can i talk to you”
do you ever get mad at yourself because you’re not even good at the things you thought you were good at
Your feelings are valid simply because you feel them.
something lovely my therapist said (via heureun
and with those eyes, you could have set the sky on fire, but you chose to burn me instead.
Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.
Good Will Hunting (1997)