I've never truly been happy with someone.
Why is that?
I'm happy with myself.
Is that an indication to stay alone?
Why am I so sad if I am happy with who I am?
Do I need therapy?
Am I that broken?
Is love afraid of me?
How do I know when to let my walls down?
Why is it that at the end of my day I feel the safest curled up with my cat in my bed?
Has my past traumas only taught me how to survive?
Only rely on myself?
Be expected to be disappointed?
So much misfortune in love that I mistrust love when it does arrive and sabotage it.
I got so use to the empty space when I was in a twenty-year relationship, that I have to remind myself of the love I deserve.
