Our most painful weakness, those of us that care too plainly or love too freely, is that we continually put faith in the one we adore… Believe they feel the same as we do…
Sometimes indifference is just that – indifference.
And as hard as it to accept… Their silence isn’t anything but the obvious fact that they don’t care about you. An unreturned text isn’t being coy… It’s a passive aggressive “you mean so little to me, you don’t even warrant a response”.
They don’t miss or pine for you…
They don’t look for you in crowds or crave your voice…
They don’t lose sleep wondering if you’re ok or wanting to share benign daily tidbits…
Those of us that love too easily and give of ourselves too sincerely need to take a page or two from their survival kit…
This is me
Rebuilding those walls
I took down just for you
The funny(?) thing is I don’t love easily, but when it happens I am all in. And it doesn’t just go away faced with indifference. It sits with me. Everyday. Dreams of you. And wishes you well.
I find peace is in the present though. Happiness in the here an now. The people who do care for and love me remind me I am a lovable and worthy person. And I work on reminding myself too.