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Space

I had been fighting, correcting, mediating, talking, and over-explaining. Moving towards them, running or crawling, Either way, I kept moving towards them. When the distance between the two got larger, My efforts became bigger. Now  When distance appears,  I am letting the other fill in, Holding myself back if they don't. Dear, you don't have to be the doer, just because you can. Darling, there are two of you Then how do you end up "fixing" things all alone. Embracing silence and answering short. Witnessing the gaps,  I had long been overcompensating. Holding my aching heart before making life easier for another. My inner child is happier when I do so. Dearest little one,  You won't fail , If you don't settle everything fair and square.

Let me be able to hold myself gently

 I was rushing and struggling to break out into the world, Struggling to bloom open. But now, Before I bloom, Let me be able to hold myself gently, As a bud will hold its petals, The beautiful, unrushed fragility and compassion for oneself. Let me be able to no longer chase and struggle, relationships and dreams. Let me be able to rest and hold myself gently, As a bud will hold its petals. Let things come to me.

Why securely attached?

 Why securely attached? For the avoidant attached doesn't know what they take And the anxiously attached doesn't know what they get.

"Petty-queen"

 There will always be something else between you and me Work, Family, Your health, Mental state, Finances, Studies, Sister, Dog, a new friend, an interesting person, another priority, that's not me Not us. I will always get something, Never fulfilled. It's always your show, your day, your struggles, your life. If your life always takes you away, And you never run towards me, If I am the only one who always waits back home, it's no home. It's time for me to leave(live) And catch up with my life. No, I don't feel sorry for you. Things always ended when I reached the breaking point, Never the other way around. The loss was always mine, throughout the length of this friendship. Will you ever own up to your mistakes, walk your talk? And if I stop making all the initiatives, will us survive, or fade away into oblivion?