Because of my self-worth or I suppose my perception of my lack thereof, I’ve always had this very unique idea of what love is supposed to look like. What I mean to say is that I thought I did not deserve a love that replenished me, one that filled by cup. I sought fulfillment in taking care of others and never asking for anything instead of seeking out someone who would mutually care for me. And now that you do I don’t know how I could’ve ever excepted less
I will still ask for grace as I learn to navigate a love that feels good to give and get. I will still ask for you to be patient with me when I attempt to run.
Forgive me if I don’t know how to be loved in this way. I am trying..
the blood
& the bones
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