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Somehow, ‘much’ no longer feels ‘too,’ as if they don’t know they could be.

I used to believe that the one for me would make me feel just right.

That I wouldn’t need any reason, just the feeling of being enough and safe because of him.

The kind of person closest to what they say: ‘if you know, you know’


Then I noticed how I stopped thinking about what I could or should do for him.

How loving him became as natural as breathing.

And even when it hurt, it was effortlessly bearable.


Until I started to realize, the feeling of safety was no longer about how much I received.

It grew deeper that it shifted from because of to despite everything,


I won't ever mind at all.

 

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