Alexandria Brown

To be completely honest, I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to pretend that seeing your name on my phone or in my inbox doesn’t make my heart flutter because you want to talk to me. That you want to see how I am.

I don’t think you can measure the weight of someone’s feelings based on if they choose monogamy or polyamory. There are people in this world with so much love and they need that extra person or people to fulfil them.

This wasn’t a new thing. Many insomniacs will tell you that even after finding sweet relief that only sleep can bring, we’re always wondering when it’s going to happen again.

When you wander, you learn. You grow. You see the world in a completely different way than what you saw before.

I have a problem with sex. I use it to feed my ego. To feed the dark parts of me that need the constant reassurance.

You don’t let go of someone who gives you the same protective feeling as that blanket you had as a kid. You don’t let go of someone who’s kept you safe.

When he left, he shattered me. He completely crushed me. And if he wanted me back I don’t think I could say no.

Moms have gone through it all with you. They were your source of life.

Leaving is hard for everyone involved. There is no easy way to move on and let go in order to grow but you have to do it.

We could spend years analyze every conversation, every interaction, every painful moment and try to figure out how everything would have gone if we had just done something a little different.

Bones heal but mantras are hard to change.

My feelings are bubbling over and I just want nothing more than for you to hug me. Because I feel safe when you hug me.