How many times do you have to be hurt, humiliated, thrown in the fire and burned, embarrassed, neglected, thrown in the ocean and forgotten, lonely, bruised, thrown under the bus and damaged, broken, confused, thrown in the mud after being used.. terrified, and stuck till you realize that love doesn’t?
love note: love doesn’t hurt. love heals. anything or anyone that hurts you is not love. people who don’t know how to love, hurt. anything or anyone that stunts your growth, is not love. no matter how perfect it may seem—some days. there’s no such thing as a flower blooming beautifully— without consistency.. without loyalty.. without attention.. without water.. without real love. remember this. enough no more letting people in this way. no more letting shit slide. no more wondering. no more late night cries. no more trying to be the best me, for people who don’t really “see” me.