Maybe this all happened bc I wanted love.
(Don't we all?)
We all crave connection and to be understood.
I wasn't desperate.
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But I wanted so desperately to be
heard
seen
understood
acknowledged
appreciated
And you gave all that.
This didn't happen because I was lacking something and you could
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p
l
a
c
e
it.
I wasn't empty.
I didnt need anyone to fix me.
I want lonely.
I wasn't hurt.
I didn't need a distraction.
I didn't need a replacement.
I just
f
e
l
l
for you.
You.
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I loved the way you would spend hours listening to me, and it seemed like you went though similar things, making me feel understood.
I loved the way you would embrace me and allow me to be and love fierce.
I loved that you considered me as a person, a friend, not just a somebody that you know.
I wasn't desperate.
You didn't replace or fix or distract.
You.
You existed.
And I happened to get to know you and experienced your essence.
YOU ARE READING
confusion's illusion
Romancea love story. well the one side of it. And a cluster of random other parts of my story.
