“Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a 'hot mess' or having 'too many issues' are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world.”
Anthon St. Maarten
I obviously find you attractive, but you’re always so serious. Wish you would laugh more!
We’ve spoken on the phone for hours. We’ve slow danced to our favorite tunes. We both shared our values to each other and they overlap and form this beautiful harmony when our arms hook together as we approach the world with such a powerful, loving bond.
Your parents would be proud of you if they saw how truly beautiful you’ve grown. You don’t just carry tangible beauty that can be seen, touched and heard. But you have this inner beauty that attracts me. It has its own gravity and each pasing day and night, I find myself leaving earth and entering into the your heart and soul which is it’s own planet.
It feels like paradise when I’m with you. My worries and my problems don’t seem that agitating when you’re near me. The negative voices within me all vanish when I hear you speak your mind, your heart, and your soul. You have a beauty that’s abstract. Beauty that tickles the numb parts of my mind. You help me achieve the right mindset in life. With you, I see the world with hope, with liberty, and most important of all with love.
You came into my life when I least expected it. I didn’t know what to make of you first. You were just a mysterious face to me. Always intriguing my eyes, but beyond the small talk in our initial conversations, I’d never expect such a beautiful union to occur. You complement me perfectly and it’s as if you are the person the universe wanted me to be with after all the past relationships.
With you I feel peace. I feel calm. And I feel as if we understand each other beyond the superficialities of romance and passion. We talk to each other, we spend time with each other, and we face problems together. With you I feel the same vibes I feel from my loving mother. The way my mother devoted her heart and soul for my father. I feel the same when you do the small things for me. I’ve written countless letters about you in private. But those letters don’t do you justice for words don’t suffice to show my truest and deepest feelings and adoration for you.
I can spend an eternity proving how much I love you. Yet even such a pursuit...can’t demonstrate the love I carry within my heart for you.
Je t’aime mon amour.
One of these days, I hope that we get a chance to have longer conversations one-on-one without time restraints, without all of the pressure, without all of the expectations, without all of the other people around. I feel that it could be a good thing getting to know each other better without all of that, to get some fresh air. Are you in?
Im not going to lie. Im still not over you. I'm sure ill get over it eventually, but for now it fucking sucks.
There are times when you have to realize that someone is pulling away and they don't share the same feelings as you do for them. They try to do it nicely, because they don't want to hurt your feelings. That's when you know it's time to move on. You can't force a potential relationship to happen if the spark just isn't there between two people. It can't just be one person giving their all.
I don’t think you talk too much. If anything, I wish you would speak more.
I also want to say sorry for being so shy and holding back from reaching out to you.
Sometimes I’m hit with the fact that you and I are similar in that you think you’re annoying, and I think I’m bothersome. But truth is, you never annoy me, and I can imagine that I don’t annoy you, so, really. Why are we like this. Why am I like this.
I just don’t know why I can’t move on. I’ve done everything I can think of to forget you and forget these feelings but they just won’t go away. I don’t want to feel this anymore. I don’t want you in my head anymore.
Aaaaah. If only i could brush my hand through your hair and kiss the nape of your neck and just be there in your arms, safe and warm. You’ve been working out lately too. I bet you smell really good, like angels and heaven and flowers and soap and love. You’re the protective type. God what i’d do just to be in your arms for a little while.