I've come to the realization that it's possible people do value me and my opinions enough that the things I say or do can hurt their feelings. and that maybe people actually mean it when they say they care about my wellbeing, and aren't just saying it because it's what I need to hear and they enjoy me. that maybe someone can actually love me the way I love myself. skill issue on their end.

Born to love deeply, forced to keep my feelings to myself.

Tell me, do you even miss me at all?

I’ll love her so gently, even her scars will forget how they got there.