I can’t do this.
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I can’t do this.
Personality.
How do people instantly know that I’m a total doormat and they can use me however they would like and I’ll just take it?
On one hand.
Mundane things still bring my mind to how the little things will be might have been.
And on the other?
They give me butterflies like I’ve never felt, because I’ve never let myself be lighthearted and joyous like this. It’s not complicated, just an anime dream. I can geek out but not embroil myself in the emotions of the feelings I cannot have. And that leaves me blushing and twisting and talking too much but I don’t care: It makes me happy, and simple, and I won’t let myself take that away.
“Do you believe in true love?”
Was asked that last night.
The answer is yes, twice.
Though I honestly don’t think I’ll fall in love again. And that’s alright.
SHB, I need you to read this.
When he so casually jokes about being in love with me, I don’t know how to deal with it, or what to do in the moment or how to express how bloody uncomfortable it makes me.
Feelings deluge.
Prepare.
On the topic of:
Relationships.
There's a pair of shoes tied together hanging on the tree outside my window and the wind makes them look like they're dancing.
Does anyone ever just offer you a smoke and it has the complete power to get you out of a weird and terrible headspace.