Memories from NW, part 2. Some are missing lol
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Memories from NW, part 2. Some are missing lol
Memories from NW, part 1.
can someone hold my brain for me for a sec i’m thinking too much again
Every person we meet, every moment we hold with someone, is simply an experience passing through us.
And somehow that changed the way I’ve been trying to love lately.
Softer. Less desperate. Less like gripping onto something until my hands ache from the fear of losing it.
Maybe not everything is meant to stay. Maybe some people arrive only to shift something inside you, to teach your heart a language it didn’t know yet, to awaken parts of you that would’ve stayed sleeping otherwise.
And maybe endings are not always failures. Sometimes they are just proof that something touched your life deeply enough to leave a mark before continuing on without you.
I think we hurt ourselves most when we start believing someone is the last good thing that will ever happen to us. So we cling harder. We panic louder. We try to preserve moments long after they’ve already started slipping away.
But nothing is really the last.
Life has this quiet way of making space, even when it feels cruel at first. It removes people, changes timelines, closes doors we begged to keep open… all while preparing us for versions of love, connection, and ourselves that we haven’t even met yet.
And maybe that’s the comforting part.
That what feels like the end of everything right now might only be life refusing to let your story stop here.
“We mature with the damage, not with the years.”
— Mateus William
If someone really wants you in their life, they find some way to show it, even with distance, even with work.
— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft
I wonder how much honesty I should hold back just to avoid scaring people away. Last time I checked, being too open too early terrified some people, while others thought I moved too slow. Somewhere in between all of that, I started wondering if maybe I’m just not enough.
Maybe I was never “too much.” Maybe people just meet love differently. Some run from depth, some crave it, and some arrive at it late. But it’s exhausting trying to measure your heart every time, trying to decide which version of your feelings is acceptable enough to stay.
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Be open to the possibility that things will turn out better than you could imagine.