There will be days where my heart seems to be full and I’ll constantly remind you that you’re the greatest thing that has happened to me. Just know on the days when my heart seems empty and my eyes wander away from our conversations over wine and couch cuddling— my sentiments will always stay the same. Just because I doubt myself and have allow myself to indulge in day terrors of my potential failure doesn’t mean I will love you any less. In fact, I will love you more because I know you anchor me in reality.
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?
Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? …Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via theunquotables)