Sometimes the noise of life is overwhelming. At times I find it difficult to speak my truth and I feel guilty for allowing my own negative thoughts and the opinions of others to affect me in a way that silences my voice.
Even now, more than a decade later, I find the ghost of you lingering at unexpected turns. I have loved and I have opened myself to being known, and still I feel the panic rise when a man towers over me, when a man whispers in my ear, when a man lingers for too long behind me.
Your home is not the only meaning of home out there. It’s not the representation of what all homes look like.
When you found me, my heart started beating again.
Do all things with big dick energy.
While compassion is something to be commended and amplified, it also comes with its fair share of drawbacks, especially if you forget to direct it toward yourself in equal magnitude.
You can’t hurt me anymore. I am rebuilding myself in your absence, and I am finally happy without you.
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.