Anonymous

Ultimately, I realize that love and connection are something we choose, or not, every single day.

I can only pray that someday you have the courage to dive into that beautiful mind and find the solid ground that is yourself, then give me the pleasure of existing alongside you. I’d love nothing more than to interact with you for the rest of my life.

You were the biggest storm I’ve ever experienced.

Home for me has never been a place of safety, of calm, of solace and serenity… but I find that in his arms.

I’ve spent so much time trying to do “the right thing” for someone else even when it wasn’t deserved, even when it came at the expense of my comfortability, even when saying “yes” was like giving them carte blanche to continue disrespecting me. And for what?

I want you to know that this feels like some sort of sad freedom to me.

Today, my anxiety decided to get the best out of me. Today, my mind decided to open old wounds, and I am going to let it. 

If we are to learn and grow from painful experiences, then we need first to dig in to our own behaviors and be honest about the not so perfect ways we often show up in a relationship.

I can’t remember the last time I truly let someone in the way I did with you, so naturally and clearly, letting you see every wound, every scar, every nervous habit and quirk.

When the sonographer jubilantly announced the gender of our baby at our 20 week morphology scan, I burst into tears.

If only I hadn’t been traumatized as a child, I would have been able to save myself from you.

A few months from now, you’ll text me. Even though I deleted your number, I’ll know it’s you.