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“I want to be seen for who I really am and loved for it anyway.”
thinking before speaking was a job I never qualified for.
I wanted to beg him to try, to see me as something different. To see me as a possibility because I saw him as the only option.
My thoughts were a sort of quiet anarchy. A television on mute while the channels flipped rapidly, expecting me to sort through the fluster of images.
He watched me, waiting for me to say I wanted him to pick me, or waiting for my permission to break my heart if he had to.
She snatched my breath away while asleep. Made it easier, as a kid, to believe I’d imagined it all. I’d sit next to her on the floor, watching her sleep, fantasizing about all the fun things we’d do once she woke up. Then I’d daydream about her going back to sleep so I could pretend all over again that life could ever be good.
The true crime would be the infrequent moments when she wanted me until she didn’t, leaving me with a toxic appetite for being wanted, and wanted frequently.
No one knew me better than me, and I wore my trauma like a badge of honor because if life didn’t hurt sometimes, we wouldn’t have a frame of reference when things were going good. I didn’t want to be fixed, I wanted to be loved for my brokenness.
Funny how the better way becomes transparent only after you’ve dipped your toe into the quicksand.
‘Today I’ve decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused, but because my soul deserves peace.’ ~Najwa Zebian
‘True forgiveness is when you can say thank you for that experience.’
