I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?
One particularly harmful idea carried by our cultural narrative is that you need to find someone who will love you. Imagine if we believed this about any other basic need: food, water, oxygen. If you needed another person to provide you with those, you’d be considered dependent—if not disabled. Yet we so willingly put ourselves in this state with love.
Love me deeply, speak to me with kindness, bless me with your presence, have patience with my darkness.
In past relationships I left behind bits of my heart and parts of me. I keep on leaving some pieces around, but my heart has finally found its shape.