The Anxious Empath

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

I'm tired of waiting. For once, I want to be fought for.

It’s okay if your love language is “please don’t leave when it gets hard” Not everyone speaks it fluently, and that doesn’t make it any less valuable.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be loved the way I love—the way I obsess, the way I care, the way I look at them, the way I wonder, the way I almost worship.

you can't control someone who knows how to be alone. they don't need you, they choose you

sometimes I look back and think "how did I survive all of that?"

“I want to be the reason you feel safe being soft again.”

The fine line between wanting to say so much and knowing that it's better to say nothing.