We attract what we are.. we attract more of what we already are..
In every relationship, I look for where the person was damaged
As if that might explain everything about them.
In each conversation, I try to look for the implicit context,
As if that might exactly be what they want to say but can’t.
Every time they hold me close, I think “does this matter to me?”
As if the answer to that will be my salvation from the mess.
But I believed in fairy tales once.
Once I did.
No not the knight in shining armour.
But the happily ever after.
Have taught me that
Happily ever after, is a work in progress.
It will never be finished.
It will only inch to completion.
In its own sweet time.