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I want to love, but my anxious-avoidant attachment type only dreams of isolation
Я не боюсь остаться одна, если меня все решат бросить, то я не пропаду, но мне становится страшно, когда люди правда верят в меня и думают, что я хорошая.
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The silence is perfect. Sacred. It brings people together, but only those people who suit each other do not get bored in silence. Such is the paradox.
The scary thing about unspoken things is that you'll never know how many times that person chose you in their mind before their mind stopped doing it. How many times they wanted to write first but put it off. How many nights they spent rereading your messages. How many times they convinced themselves that it was over when they were actually missing you. How many times they wanted to stay but left out of fear, pride, or circumstances. And how many feelings remained hidden within them, simply because they didn't have the courage to express them.
Pride subsides where real feelings begin. If it's important to me to be close to a person, I won't be afraid to take the initiative. I'll write, call, or come. I won't hide my true feelings behind indifference, and I won't shut myself off if I'm serious. I won't leave just to be brought back. I'm close, it's because I want to be. If I stay, it's not out of stubbornness but because I've made a decision.
I'm not allergic to strawberries, and we're on the same path. We're destined to become one, and I'm willing to kill for you. Your lips provide pain relief in my melancholy. I'm poisoned by you, and you've descended from the heavens. I'm determined to climb higher, and I'll wait for you in the heavens. I'll run after your scent like a new September, and I'll be overwhelmed by your Instagram in the morning. I've encountered you in my past lives. there are flashes in my memory where you were smiling, and I want to see you happy too.
She doesn't have to support me in difficult times, she doesn't have to respond to my messages immediately, she doesn't have to engage in conversations or discuss various topics. She doesn't have to spend every evening with me, listen to my favorite music, or watch my favorite movies while discussing the events. She doesn't have to love the same things I do. But she can if she wants to. And I will choose the one that wants to.
«You seem to hate dark chocolate.»
I hate giving all of myself to a person if the outcome of the relationship is no good. I hate feeling weak with someone who doesn't deserve it. I hate to think that if I love so much, then what is the problem for a person to love me the same way I love him. I hate giving my affection to a person who doesn't deserve it. I hate love, sympathy, affection, infatuation. What about dark chocolate? Yes this is my favorite chocolate.
I'm just a terrible adviser. I will always advise you to leave. quit your job, leave a person, move to another country or to another city. to be left without friends and alone. leave even me if necessary. and you should know. I will leave you too if I need it
