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Before, the words came easily to me.

They were laced with pain and written in blood.

The forever knowing, this will end.

It always does.

And I will be left to pick up the pieces,

To start again.

And I’ve started again. Over and over.

I’ve got back up and known

I am meant for more

I allowed myself to let go.

And then I met him.

Divine intervention.

A man, who could see me, not for who I have been or what I had done. But for the person that is stood infront of him.

And I was lost for words.

I didn’t know how to describe this feeling.

Excitement mixed with hope, happiness, fear and love.

I’m not sure how many resets I have left in me.

I’m not sure how to be just enough.

But I can be sure of 2 things,

I’m going to try and be the person he deserves.

I’m going to try and be the person I deserve.

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What if this isn't a dead end, rather an opportunity to try again?

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"Unrequited love feels like being the NPC in a never-ending quest, forever stuck watching the hero woo someone else, as if we're just background characters in someone else's storyline, longing for our own player two but forever relegated to the sidelines, respawning each day with a heart that's still glitched."

-- Kit Wilde

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If I could give advice to anyone who is navigating the dating pool, it would be this;

Go for the person that makes you the happiest. They don’t have to be your usual type, let’s be honest - if your type worked, you wouldn’t still be in the dating pool.

Go for the person who makes you feel beautiful, inside and out. The person that encourages you to be your best self. The person that pushes you to do bigger and achieve greater. The person that is silly with you and plays with your hand while you are talking.

Go for the person that has hobbies they are passionate about, has friends that play positive roles in their lives, that you can meet too. Go for the person who’s willing to try your hobbies so you can have more quality time together.

Because, when we are old and reminiscing on the ‘good ol times’ - I’d much rather see your face light up as you tell me about the man who went to a pottery class with you on a random Tuesday because ‘why not’ than you say ‘well, he was 6ft 7 and my friends thought he was fit’.

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“Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life.”

— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

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My entire being ached for you.

I felt your name run through every vein in my body.

My lips curled at the edge’s when your name danced across my tongue.

I fantasised about a future that was dangled in front of me

But just out of reach.

And you never told me you loved me. Not directly.

But I saw it in your actions and the way you touched me.

Or did you just love the idea of me? My body? My mind?

I no longer ache for you.

Your voice doesn’t make my stomach dance with excitement

My lips don’t even twitch when I utter your name.

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I’m used to abrupt love. Love that consumes you from the very first touch. Love that makes you question everything about yourself, and them. And how you could change yourself to make them love you more.

But, the more I think about it. The clearer it becomes that what I have experienced isn’t love. It’s careless, it’s hard work. It’s time consuming. It creates anxiety and fear, a dependency for their continued acceptance. An urgency for their attention. Like a starving child who cannot communicate they need food.

This is different. This is slow. There is no urgency or pressure. I can exist and know whole heartedly he wants to exist with me, in whatever reality we choose. I can breathe and he will listen and still think I’m beautiful. I don’t have to change any part of myself to make him love me, because he chooses me just as I am. And I am enough.

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"A coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms."

-Dhruv Sharma, Extract from "take me away"

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Anne Carson, from Grief lessons: Four plays by Euripides.

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“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.”

— Holly Black

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“Every word has consequences, every silence too.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

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“I just hope that one day- preferably when we’re both blind drunk- we can talk about it.”

— J.D. Salinger; Franny and Zooey

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When I say

I cried for you.

What I mean is

I pictured the life we could have had, and everything in between. I memorised the colour of your eyes and the sound of your laugh. I kept your side of the bed the way you like and coffee in the mug ready, just in case.

I lived for your touch and I longed for your smile. I would have given you everything and still felt it wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to make you proud.

I cried for you, in a way that broke me. I think I cried more tears for you, than I have for anyone else. And I think, it has left me hollow. Because I don’t cry anymore. I look at your jumper hanging on my door, I no longer feel the need to wear it to be close to you. However I wouldn’t dream of putting it out of sight. I look at your name in my phone and have a million things I want to say, and simultaneously I have nothing to say at all. And while I no longer believe in a future that has us in it, together. I don’t want to rule out that opportunity with meaningless sex or fleeting feelings to fill a void only you can truly fill.

I cried for you. I’m not crying anymore. I’m all cried out.

But I hope for you. And I don’t think I’ll ever run out of hope.

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Damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive.

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When they say, ‘comparison is the thief of joy’. I think of you.

I think of every man who has ever been kind to me, showed me caring and love and then. I compare them to you.

The thing is, I know we will never be. And I know it will always be a forbidden ‘what if’ that lurks in the back of our minds, silently. Haunting us of something so with in grasp but just out of reach.

Yet I will still compare them to you.

Starving myself for the forbidden.

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