When you don’t feel loveable, you try to do enough to stack the odds in your favour.
I grieve for the relationship we could have had.
You may not think it exists, but the very fact you don’t notice your own privilege is privilege itself.
It’s not always about keeping people out. To me, it’s about letting people in but in the right ways and right time – for you.
Listen, my darling, because this is important: you are not used up.
I’m afraid of a lot of things: balloons, rollercoasters, porta-potties, and parallel parking. But there is nothing that scares me as much as the idea of being left.
There is a well-known Buddhist parable about the first and second arrows. The first arrow is pain. The second arrow is suffering. We can only avoid one.
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