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“I love you but I do not feel safe to love you. Do you understand? My heart, it does not feel safe. It feels as though it has the tip of one hundred knives pressed against it. One wrong move and it will be sliced to pieces. So it beats ever-so quietly. Loves you ever-so silently. It buys you mangoes. Kisses your cheek. Reaches for your hand but does not grasp it too tightly. It waits for the knives to recede.”

Sue Zhao

[blossomfully]

“Why are you with him if he makes you cry?” you said.

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

But after a while, she said quietly:

“Sometimes he doesn’t. And, when he doesn’t, it feels like he loves me.

“Sometimes it feels like he loves me.”

Sue Zhao

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Think about why you love your friends. What comes to mind first? It probably isn't things like "I love how they have a job" or "I love how they get good grades." Instead you might be thinking about their compassion, their sense of humor, their perspective, their passion, their values, their mindset/attitude or their intelligence. So don't let yourself or anyone else reduce your worth to your productivity alone. We're all far more than that!

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Do you ever worry that you were only meant to have one great love? Not that you won't experience love ever again or find pockets of love everywhere, like your best friend's laugh or your mum's cooking. Just that you feel it deeply that you won't love anyone else like you loved him and even when you move on, you feel like you're settling for less because you know and had that love once upon a time.

I believe that we never love the same way twice. Never ever. Not if we try and not if we don’t try. There are just too many variables. We can never recreate a past love and, if we try to do this with a new love, we will only be disappointed. I think it is better not to try.

Saying that, I know what you mean. There are some loves that are just too intense to forget. They stay with us much longer than we’d like. They sit on our shoulder, comparing every new thing with our predefined notion of love. And everything pales in comparison.

I think the key is to let go of the comparisons. See your new love as a person. Someone with their own quirks and passions and memories and dreams and the capacity to love you in a way you’ve never experienced before. Not as an inadequacy. Not as an abstract. Not as someone who will never measure up. Because once you think like that, you’ll be right.

They’ll never measure up. They’ll never make you feel the love you want.

But it might just be because you never gave them the chance to.

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“sometimes I wonder if I’ve already given away the best of myself to people who never cared.”

— and I wonder if any of me is left