I love books that’s change me, make me think about them for weeks after reading, I also enjoy a little sprinkle of mental health representation , ie OCD, depression, anxiety.
Give me your best recommendations! Tyty!
For context I wrote this awhile back when we were early into the relationship and how we have an anniversary coming up and I was thinking about finally giving him the letter but I can’t help but think it’s just a bit much.
(Pls ignore punctuation it’s written better on the paper)
My boyfriend,
Saying that still makes my breath hitch not because I don’t believe it but because it still feels like something I’m afraid I’m not aloud to have.
You feel like something I’d wish for, quietly and desperately yet somehow, impossibly you’re here.
I’ve never known how to love in straight lines. My love spills over into places it wasn’t meant to, into words I can’t always find. It tangles itself in fear, wraps itself in silence. And sometimes I shut down, I overthink everything, rewrite every word in my head until it doesn’t even sound like me anymore.
My love is messy, it’s overwhelming. It’s not always pretty but it’s real.
And it’s yours, entirely, absolutely yours.
I feel it everywhere in the ache in my chest when we haven’t spoken, and in the quiet calm that washes over me just knowing you exist out there, in the same universe.
Even when you’re not here you’re still with me.
I want you, I need you.
Not in a showcase way, where you mask who you truly are for the outside world. I want the real raw you.
I want you at your worst, not to change you but to love you through the hardships. I want the emotions you may think are too much for anyone to understand. I want the silence you think makes you hard to love.
This relationship isn’t about needing someone to fix me, or about me trying to fix you.
I’m not broken and neither are you.
But somehow you fit into hollow spaces I didn’t even know I had.
When I’m with you, I don’t feel the need to preform.
I’m not trying to be enough. I just am.
And you see that. You see me.
And thats the scariest, safest thing I’ve ever felt.
You make me feel things I never thought I could.
You make me want to try not because I’m afraid you’d leave but because you make me believe I’m someone worth staying for.
You have no idea how much it means to me to be yours.
But I’ll happily spend forever showing you.
Tl;dr I wrote my bf a letter awhile back and I’m unsure if it’s too much to actually give to him.
For context I wrote this awhile back when we were early into the relationship and how we have an anniversary coming up and I was thinking about finally giving him the letter but I can’t help but think it’s just a bit much.
(Pls ignore punctuation it’s written better on the paper)
My boyfriend,
Saying that still makes my breath hitch not because I don’t believe it but because it still feels like something I’m afraid I’m not aloud to have.
You feel like something I’d wish for, quietly and desperately yet somehow, impossibly you’re here.
I’ve never known how to love in straight lines. My love spills over into places it wasn’t meant to, into words I can’t always find. It tangles itself in fear, wraps itself in silence. And sometimes I shut down, I overthink everything, rewrite every word in my head until it doesn’t even sound like me anymore.
My love is messy, it’s overwhelming. It’s not always pretty but it’s real.
And it’s yours, entirely, absolutely yours.
I feel it everywhere in the ache in my chest when we haven’t spoken, and in the quiet calm that washes over me just knowing you exist out there, in the same universe.
Even when you’re not here you’re still with me.
I want you, I need you.
Not in a showcase way, where you mask who you truly are for the outside world. I want the real raw you.
I want you at your worst, not to change you but to love you through the hardships. I want the emotions you may think are too much for anyone to understand. I want the silence you think makes you hard to love.
This relationship isn’t about needing someone to fix me, or about me trying to fix you.
I’m not broken and neither are you.
But somehow you fit into hollow spaces I didn’t even know I had.
When I’m with you, I don’t feel the need to preform.
I’m not trying to be enough. I just am.
And you see that. You see me.
And thats the scariest, safest thing I’ve ever felt.
You make me feel things I never thought I could.
You make me want to try not because I’m afraid you’d leave but because you make me believe I’m someone worth staying for.
You have no idea how much it means to me to be yours.
But I’ll happily spend forever showing you.