Waiting

WAITING

I am in a place of trying to accept those I love for who they are and not what I crave them to be. In the past, I survived by relying on hope and the potential for people to change.

When I was young, I was so deeply disappointed by someone I loved. I couldn’t handle it so I created a world of infinite possibility. One where someone who loved me would never dream of hurting me. How could they? I imagined what it would be like when they discovered that world and how connected we would feel. I couldn’t think about the reality, I couldn’t stomach the pain.

Now, I don’t want to hope someone is something, I want to truly see them.