May 25
To my partner who will never read this but should
You were once my safe place— a shelter, a rock I could lean against when the world felt too heavy.
But now, it no longer feels safe to say what I feel. Even my thoughts aren’t mine for long— they’re taken, reshaped, twisted into something that fits your story better than it fits my truth.
I want to grow with you. I want to heal. I still reach for that version of us that felt soft, steady. But lately, I wonder if I’m only here so you can feel full, so you can feel enough.
And I have to ask— do my wants my needs my voice— do they matter to you at all?
