I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be vulnerable.
thank you love! diggin yours as well
thank you miss beautiful
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be so closely attuned to the moods and manners of another human being. to be constantly straining to catch every rise and dip in the tone of his voice, to be subconsciously aware of every smile and sigh that escapes his lips, and to just care; so much so that just being around him is draining. I find myself wondering if affection is supposed to be this hard, if it’s the kind of beautiful tired that you eventually come to crave because it’s a labor of love. or maybe it’s because this is the beginning and we are still figuring each other out, learning where our jagged edges align and where they bump and grind. but I also wonder if this just means we are a mismatched pair - two yins who will never find equilibrium in each other’s company.