I’m Not The Guy For You, But You Could’ve Been The One For Me
I hope you find the one
Who can open that door
Who makes you happy
Who makes your heart come alive
But I sit here realizing I am not that guy
I couldn’t do that for you
I hope you find the one
Who can open that door
Who makes you happy
Who makes your heart come alive
But I sit here realizing I am not that guy
I couldn’t do that for you
So many people would love to be in our shoes, right? The problem is that it’s slowly eating away at you.
I would like to thank my fellow writers Nataliia Totka, Angelo Caerlang, Brynn Taylor, Mariem Sherif, Mary McMahon, Farah Ayaad, Alexis…
It is not easy being a “sensitive guy.” Boys are taught early on to be tough. Be the protector. Stand your ground and don’t let anything affect you. Anything other than that is seen as weak or incapable.
You are not defined by expectations, especially your own. You deserve a break and the chance to walk your own journey at your own pace. And there is nothing wrong with that.
There is nothing wrong in finding entertainment or a thing that brings pleasure to our lives; that is a noble pursuit. The question to be asked is what is the cost of this entertainment?
Life is a story. Chapter by chapter, season by season it is being written. Year after year we develop as a protagonist.
I needed something to tell me I was worthy, that I was important. It was a drug. An itch that needed to be scratched. And little by little, I did whatever was necessary to scratch it.
That is the goal, right? To find happiness, to find purpose? Don’t shy away from it when you do.
I write because people need to know they are not alone. I write to know I am not alone.