I would fall in love with the idea of them.

Eternally attracted to the broken. An internal need to fix in them, what I could never fix within myself. Destined to see the best in people. An addict to potential, falling in love with who they could be, never with who they were. I would love them as my imagined ‘best version’ of themselves. And…

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I have this unrelenting need to liked.

Formed at a young age and intwined with my personality, I need to be adored. For years I said yes to things my heart screamed no to. I worked too many jobs, filled my time with toxic friends, because I believed my yes would make me the ‘good guy’, fill me with their love, lift…