the risk of love is loss

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the risk of love is loss
Sometimes I feel like I need to come with a warning sign:
She’s either
too much, or not enough
too quiet, or too loud
too emotional, or too serious
She’s too much of everything, all at once
Meeting you felt like the absence of chaos.
Tengo miedo de quererte más de lo que tú me quieres y perderte haciéndote sentir que perdiste menos de lo que yo perdí.
Unlearning toxic traits from past relationships is difficult.
durdle door / dorset, england
Marina Tsvetaeva, "No one has taken anything away"
mood
“Grief is the price you pay for love”
Is it too much for me to ask for someone to care about me as much as I care about them?
Stuck
I’ve always struggled being stuck in my own mind, stuck overthinking of what might happen if I do or say the wrong or right thing, stuck with the anxiety that most days consumes me, stuck with the thoughts that I’ll never actually be good enough for myself.
My only escapes from this crippling cage of anxiety, sadness and self-disapproval are things that are no longer allowed. I feel trapped, with no where to go, in a space that I don’t know or understand.
How am I meant to find freedom in a caged world?
How am I meant to find happiness when my happiness is found in friends, on top of a mountain or in a hot yoga studio?
How am I meant to be okay when nothing is okay?
How am I meant to find my way back when I’m lost?
When change is your only form of freedom, what do you do when change isn’t allowed?
Everything beautiful is ruined eventually