I hate it that we can't communicate. Why can't we talk to each other? I take responsibility too, and feel I've failed miserably in the one area I thought I was proficient. It's killing me we have everything but the one ingredient most needed. I hate it we can't work this thing out between us. I miss you with an ever increasing urgency to fix what's wrong between us, but I don't know how, or what to say. So I end up silent, mute, confused and hurt. I continue telling myself...
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In every way, we must learn to let go. This is as fundamental to happiness as learning to love deeply. The past is a memory. The future is a mystery. The only moments you have to sow the seeds of happiness are right now. So love. Love hard. And then let go just as much.
Falling for you.
i miss you all the time. so much, that it's turned into a dull kind of miss and i start to think i'm used to it. then i'll be out and i'll see something funny and i wonder if you'd laugh about it too. and suddenly i'm thinking of your sarcasm, then your smile, then how your voice cracks when you're trying to talk and laugh at the same time. and all the pain of missing you comes rushing back, and i realize i haven't gotten used to it at all
Who do you hear in your darkest moments? I do not hear my voice, but my abusive father. The narcissist parent ensures that their child's inner voice is an echo of their own insecurities. Those insults, accusations, demoralizing words and inhuman catch phrases..., they are not ours to own. LET GO and believe in your own voice. You are worth more than you know. #bpdrecovery #mentalhealth #narcissistfather #recovery #abuse #trauma
"I want to feel the passion of life be it raw or smooth. How do you describe that electric feeling in your fingertips when you touch someone and your breathing shortens. How can I express the endless and warm look we may get? The smirk. The smile. That intense feeling that takes a hold. I will just know..." -some dumb guy <3
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A Question - It was a question I had worn on my lips for days, like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling, despite knowing it could all unravel around me. Do you love me? I ask You look up from your coffee, startled, your expression frozen. And in your hesitation, I found my answer - The Lost Love