Ooh so like… I’ve just been thinking about how shitty it is that there have been so many people I trusted, loved, and wanted to protect in life and then have them turn out to either be toxic or just not love me back.
I don’t know why I think about this, but I do and it. It hurts. It hurts because there is a part of me that still loves those people.
Parts of me that wants to still trust those people. Protect those people. I have this need to make things right.
To continue having these people in my life. To make them happy and to make sure they are still ok. But I know I can’t. I can’t because if I did… I would never be able to let them go. And I would be at square one.
Where I started when we first met.