What she had seen had seemed to indicate that his love was not for her only – which was opposite from the messages that she had received and believed in.
(Title of multiple meanings)
What she had seen had seemed to indicate that his love was not for her only – which was opposite from the messages that she had received and believed in.
(Title of multiple meanings)
Was she expected to share him with another?
Her heart did not know where safety and trust could be found.
She felt flipped and laid flat upon the ground, as if her trust had been misled and broken.
(Title of multiple meanings)
The room wasn’t supposed to be so hot that she was sweating…
Yet somewhere, out there, was an unwashed older woman, still likely scrambling to find heat while lying on freezing, hard concrete.
“If my guy wants something specific from me, he’s gonna ask, and I’ll do my best to give it!
Straight up.
No games.
Except those we both choose to play together.
Honestly.”
“I’m not even gonna watch that.”
“It’s like shakin’ a Magic 8 Ball.”
Please make this easier on me?
“A little bashed and trashed.”
(Ripped nails and heartache)
This isn’t easy for me.
You could make it easier.
She felt extremely insecure about her position.
“Feeds the belly, if not the soul.”
These days, she did not want to get dumped on her a**.
(Multiple meanings)
What did it all mean?
That one had been so jealous, another so concerned – and yet, the third just kept on smiling at her, even as he placated.
“If honesty is not met with integrity, those involved see.”
She didn’t know what to believe anymore.
Inside or out.
(After longterm strain of maintaining)
“Reading another ‘love message,’ it definitely was not meant for me because it got two out of three aspects about me very wrong.
Though I value it, I do not cook much – and definitely bomb or ‘corrupt’ the original recipes’ intentions with some serious additional skew.
And, though I’d like my house to be clean, achieving such accomplishment lasts maybe half of a day before it again succumbs to the ravages of engulfing entropy.
Therefore, my efforts must be conserved and targeted.”
She did not like causing people pain, even though she was in pain.
So much remains to be seen.
Maybe there were just limits in her injured capacities to hold open a door and risk at any given time.
When she’d left the gathering’s ensmble to recallibrate and get some fresh air, she paused outside and realized that she was in a state of physio and psychological shock.
She didn’t know why…he didn’t follow…so she retreated to her solace full of emptiness and bleak despair.
She hadn’t approached because she’d been cognizant of social and group dynamics.
She couldn’t trust the “easy ones,” anyway.
Imbalance is imbalance.
The one had stayed out of reach of her senses, so why should she trust that he cared for her?
Especially since this behavior caused her to overreach her capacities to bridge to him?
How was this showing care for her in her wounded and needful state?
She was now cold in the classroom without her favorite, soft, and insulative sweater jacket.
But she knew that she was not as cold as the woman curled up on the concrete had been.
Time constraints to help keep m8ving through system, pushes toward commitment and confudence creator – even though initially feels restrictive.
(An instructors guidance)
So that you feel like you are “participating together.”
(Therapist approach to help assist another’s system, and which can apply to personal connection relationships)
They don’t have safe places to go and receive the care and support that they need, nor true assessment and resources for rehabilitating their abilities.
“I don’t know you.”
“I have difficulty getting anywhere ‘on time.”
(The clock and brain injury)
“How we treat each other while ‘playing the game.'”
It had become clear that she caught up in a game, afterall.
How can tears fall without expression of emotion?
The body knows.
It expresses the soul’s hidden traces.
(Title of multiple meanings)
She had thought that her eyes were just watering.