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After Awhile…

After awhile, I stopped getting excited about things that didn’t matter.

I used to get excited seeing you like a picture on my Instagram.

But then I realized, that’s all it was. You liking a picture, but not liking me.

After awhile, I stopped snapping things hoping you’d care enough to look at my story.

Because I realized if you cared, you would be with me.

After awhile, my heart stopped racing when you’d snap me or text me.

Because I realized all I was doing was allowing myself to be the person you turned to when you were bored.

After awhile, I stopped inviting you places because I knew you’d never make me the priority I needed to be.

It was either you canceling and rescheduling and I couldn’t keep hoping maybe I’d matter one day.

After awhile, I stopped texting you first.

Because I realized that’s all it was, was texting.

I learned to stop making you a part of my routine, even though you were always my favorite part.

My loudest laugh staring at a screen. My biggest smile.

You were almost everything I wanted, but couldn’t be. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed something more than social media validating how you might have felt.

I needed someone to be there.

I needed someone to show up.

I needed someone’s words to match their actions.

And I couldn’t find that with you.

There were moments where it was 3am and we were the only ones up and talking turned into careless flirting, we didn’t say anything but we both knew it was there.

Moments where we’d be standing there next to each other and there wasn’t company I enjoyed more than yours, but you’d look at me and I could tell you wanted me to be someone else.

As much as one person could try to convince another to care, I did that.

I cared more about you than I did anyone in my life for a very long time. And I feel grateful to have cared about anyone that much even if you didn’t fully feel the same way.

But neither of us could be what we each needed, and I think it took me a little while to realize that.

I think I’ll always care. I told you things I didn’t tell anyone. I trusted you both with my secrets and my heart, and I wouldn’t take any of it back.

My friends say I wasted time reading signals.

But I felt it. Even if nothing came of that. Even if nothing was ever declared. There was something undefined between us. I think when you’re lucky, you find that connection with very few people.

I can be bitter about time wasted and uncertainty and potential mixed signals. Maybe you liked the attention. Maybe you liked knowing someone cared, even when you didn’t. Maybe I played the role you needed at the time, and that’s okay. Or I can be happy you gave me the time and attention you were able to, even if it wasn’t what I needed.

I gave you my best and when you do that, you can’t ever regret it.

My face still lights up sometimes when your name appears on my phone. But it’s never going to mean what I want it to.

But I learned that’s it’s okay.

Lonesome girl watching at Paris city scape at sunset/sunrise.

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“My Person” Kind Of Love.

My person kind of love is someone who isn’t just your best friend, but your soul mate. That person who would do anything for you, anything with you and just doesn’t let you get through the hard things in life alone.

We spend our whole lives trying to find someone who understands us. We’re trying to find that while trying to understand ourselves and figure out the tough questions life throws at us. And when you’re confused, lost, frustrated, and uncertain of what could happen, the only thing you are sure of is, this person standing next to you.

Their presence alone adds confidence to whatever it is you’re going through.

You look at them and you almost start believing in soul mates, like this person was put on this earth to find you and be what you need.

It’s the love people write songs and movies about. The love you might have been skeptical of. The love you wondered would ever find you.

Because your past was bits and pieces of these love stories that left you a little empty taking parts of you with them as you tried to make sense of your brokenness.

Then this person came along running their fingers along your sharp edges, filling parts of you you didn’t know was empty. You look at them and you feel whole for the first time. Like everything in the past happened for this reason and this person only.

The words I love you escape your mouth so carelessly, but it’s not something you fear. It’s something that makes you feel alive again.

My person kind of love is when you found your soul mate.

That person you know you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.

That person who makes every single day the newest best day of your life because they are a part of it.

In them, you found what you didn’t even know you were missing.

Some people spend their whole lives looking for something that even resembles that connection. They settle because it’s the closest they think they’ll get. Secretly yearning for something a little more.

My person kind of love is that person that sets a fire alive within you never to let it dim.

And together you are the love story they’ve only ever dreamed of watching, it becomes a reality every day they wake up next to you.