My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.

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My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."
"Write to me, always
Even if it is little
Just don't stop"
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in relationships, there’s always one that loves more than the other, that cares more about the details of the day of the other, that fixes the strand of loose hair of the other more often… that loves them more.
I have always been the one that loves more, but i have never felt the way i am feeling right now, i have never loved the way i love this person right now, and i’m scared that i’ll lose them because i care too much, or i love them too much, or i fix that strand of hair way often than i should. i don’t want to be too much, i want to be just “enough” for them, just what they need. We talk everyday through the phone, we text each other everyday, but i’m scared they’ll lose interest in me because i’m a routine, not something exciting. I’m scared that each time we’ll be on a phone call, their eyes won’t tingle because i’m saying something, their smile won’t appear when i’ll crack a joke. I’m just scared to lose them when i know that i can’t have that, that i can’t live without them, that they’ve become something that i need.
i love them so much, and i know that they don’t love me as much as i do. But that’s okay, as long as they stay in my life, i’m content, i’m happy.
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“Life is like a game of whist. I don’t enjoy the game much; but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.”
— George Eliot
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