He made it seem so easy. He made it seem like he could give his body with no strings, no connection and that was just... it. I had never been the kind of person who could, or would, do that.
He was the exception. He brought down my walls and made me want to give him whatever I could.
After a few days, I began to realize that no matter how much I gave him—or anyone—if I wasn't happy, what was the point?
Once I realized that there wasn't one, I began to see all of the ways I'd been trying to turn myself into something I wasn't for the sake of pleasing others.
Not just with him, but with my mother as well.
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