The Unedited Truth About Loving Again After An Abusive Relationship
He only told me after hitting me or when he was drunk. Only when he thought he could lose me. Only when he wouldn’t remember.
He only told me after hitting me or when he was drunk. Only when he thought he could lose me. Only when he wouldn’t remember.
Love is hard.
Thank you for showing up, for not letting me down like all the others have. Thank you for dealing with my sarcasm and the times I poke you a bunch just to get your attention. Thank you for being you.
I appear to be fine, functional, yet I am the absolute opposite of that.
You have the kindest heart and you always make me feel safe even when my world is crashing down.
Once I find love, my mind picks it apart.
Being sad doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t mean you’ll never feel happiness again.
It’s okay to not be over something so quickly. It’s okay to allow yourself valid, legitimate time to heal.
Heaven gets the one person that I never thought I’d have to learn to live without, and it is so lucky for that. Any person or place that gets to have you is the absolute luckiest in the world.
I think it’s the warmth you bring when you look at me. My heart swells with every look or touch.