u/MistressofSpaz

I hear that a measuring stick has been placed between the two of us, and you’re worried about where things lay.

Let me reassure you, in all the ways being measured: style, charm, smarts, you win.

I do apologize for walking away from the measuring stick, I’m sure you n the person that placed it there were looking forward to making me feel small while you measured, but unfortunately for you, I don’t care that you’re better than me.

I will say though, I might be lacking in a lot of ways, but at least I like myself enough to not need to make others feel small to feel good about myself.

Hi there, You.

Most of the time I am super happy with our weird but horny “friendship” that we both claim to be “just friendship with occasional benefits”, because that’s all I ever expected out of us, and it fits well into my broken life.

But occasionally, I’ll be somewhere where I wish I could’ve invited you to come with me. Or I’ll wish our circumstances were different enough to put a label on us to try and be something more. Or find someone else just like you, but who wants to chose me on a real level, not just before I’m working events I might meet someone else, or in this case, before I go to a wedding where I might meet someone else.

Except there’s no one else just like you, and as long as we’re both broken, there’s no way you’re straight up choosing me.

I belong to you, even if you don’t belong to me, and like I said, most of the time I love it, but this week it makes me wanna cry.

- Yours. ❤️