I once thought that if I could ask God one question, I would ask how the universe began, because once I knew that, all the rest is simply equations. But as I got older I became less concerned with how the universe began.
I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish that you could feel every emotion I feel when I see you. That way you could understand how much you mean to me, and what I would feel if I ever lost you.
“because when you share / hidden parts of yourself / with someone else, / you’re trusting that person / to hold the secret sections / of your heart / and to love the bits / you thought / were unlovable” –m.
So true. You have made me so sad, feel so worthless that I no longer go to the classes I love because I am worried about what people think about me because of the lies you have told. I am a strong woman and you have made me feel broken.
When I examine what I thought were the good times I have to question what was good about them Yes there were some good But even when it was good I would mostly be: walking on eggshells running on my nerves over filtering my words on alert to give him atte