u/RespectOk3223

If you heard it from someone else,

act like you never heard it.

If they wanted you to know,

you wouldn’t have heard it from someone else.

If your person only talks to you when they need something they’re using you.

Your person will make it known they want a relationship with you. There won’t be confusion.

If your person lies about normal daily things, they are a pathological lair, and you deserve honesty.

Relationships aren’t one sided. Stop putting in all the effort and save it for the right person.

If your person tells you that you deserve better. Believe them. That’s them letting you know that they are a POS that will never improve for you.

Why would a man that has passed away need forgiveness?

There are places that never really disappear.
They remain beneath newer roads and newer lives, buried under seasons of noise, waiting for the rare quiet when someone finally stops long enough to hear what is still echoing below.
I keep returning to one of those places.
It was never perfect. The walls carried too much thunder. Some days the windows stayed shut when they should have been opened. Fear learned the floor plan before peace ever did, and pride became fluent in a language neither of us was ever meant to speak.
We mistook survival for distance.
We mistook silence for safety.
And somewhere between protecting ourselves and protecting one another, we forgot that those are not always the same thing.
I know I brought my own shadows into that home.
For that, I was wrong.
I carried truths I should have trusted you with, and instead I buried them. I hid behind fear, and in doing so I betrayed the very sanctuary I was trying so desperately to protect. No amount of time can unmake those choices or unsay the words that followed.
For that, I am sorry.
When I finally wanted to set those burdens down and come completely clean, something inside me had already changed. I no longer knew how to find my way back to the safety we once gave each other. I had seen things I couldn’t reconcile, moments that left the ground beneath me feeling uncertain. Maybe my own choices were the first stones laid in the wall between us. Maybe the distance I felt began with the distance I created. If that is true, then I carry that with me, and I ask for nothing except forgiveness for the hurt I caused.
I wish I had chosen courage sooner.
Because once fear becomes the language two people speak, even love begins to sound like a stranger.
Love is a strange architect.
It builds cathedrals out of ordinary mornings. It hides forever inside grocery lists, unfinished conversations, sleepy embraces, children’s laughter echoing through hallways, and the quiet certainty that tomorrow will arrive looking much like today.
You rarely notice the sanctuary while you’re standing inside it.
Only after you’ve wandered into the cold do you realize how warm those walls truly were.
I have often wondered whether broken things recognize one another across impossible distances. Whether hearts remember a frequency long after the signal has gone quiet. Whether two people can become so afraid of losing what they built that they unknowingly become the very hands pulling at its foundations.
Perhaps that is how so many homes disappear—not because love vanished, but because fear learned to imitate wisdom.
Some things cannot be undone.
Some words cannot be unsaid.
Some winters leave their mark long after the snow has melted.
But there are also things that should never be surrendered—not to pride, not to fear, and not to the chorus of voices that have never had to live inside the walls we built.
The world will always have an opinion.
It will decide who was right and who was wrong.
It will tell us when to stay, when to leave, when to fight, and when to let go.
But the world does not wake beside the people we love.
It does not hold their hand in the quiet.
It does not hear the laughter that once filled ordinary mornings.
It does not carry the silence that follows when that laughter is gone.
There comes a moment when every heart must decide whose voice it will answer.
If someone is your home… if they are your world… do not let the world convince you to lose them.
I have come to believe that places once deeply loved never truly forget the warmth they held.
Where passion once burned so brightly it illuminated even the darkest nights… where two souls once found refuge in one another despite impossible seasons… perhaps the embers never disappear at all.
Perhaps they simply wait beneath the ash, patient and quiet, hoping to be found again.
Not by force.
Not by pride.
But by two hearts willing to become still enough to hear the truth beneath all the noise.
Because the world is loud.
Fear is loud.
Hurt is loud.
But love has never needed to shout.
Sometimes all it asks is that we stop listening to everyone else long enough to hear what has been quietly calling us home all along.
Some doors close because they must.
Others close because no one realized they were both waiting for the other to reach for the handle.
And if there is still even the faintest warmth beneath the ashes…
Perhaps it is not the fire that failed.
Perhaps it is simply waiting for someone brave enough to kneel beside it instead of walking away.

If this resonates with you, take a moment to put your arms down and go speak to your other half with truth. It may be the best thing you ever do. Let love guide you forward instead of fear.

Why am I feeling your energy as if your still here?!! I can't trust my intuition right now bcuz when I tried focusing on myself to get better as far as me grieving you and the depression that came with it, my own intuition had me focus on something else. Of course, it would be ideal and awesome for you to still be alive but I have been reminded twice that you were really gone. The messages I'm getting in between are really concerning and are making feel really uncomfortable!! I don't want to ignore my intuition bcuz it has led me astray before but if I ignore it and later my intuition is right, I would feel horrible! You deserve Peace bcuz after all you had a huge heart and always made people feel better on their bad days. I'm going to wait it out and see what happens.

Just so you know, You are your own legacy and it lives on in me and others!! You'll NEVER be forgotten!!

Love & Miss You Dearly!!

Beauty