I have come to think that more often than not whatever it is we look for in the world, in another, we can find.
[ She is quiet. Smooths her dress rather purposelessly over her knees. ]
I am doing that now, [ she admits. ] Looking for the things in you that might hurt me, rather than looking for what is kind. Searching out the ways I am not seen, not heard, not loved, rather than the ways I am. I have been trying to prove my fears real rather than my safety, and it is not better. It is horrible.
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Date: 2021-08-09 05:28 pm (UTC)[ She is quiet. Smooths her dress rather purposelessly over her knees. ]
I am doing that now, [ she admits. ] Looking for the things in you that might hurt me, rather than looking for what is kind. Searching out the ways I am not seen, not heard, not loved, rather than the ways I am. I have been trying to prove my fears real rather than my safety, and it is not better. It is horrible.