When it’s truly yours, you don’t ease into it like a slow tide. You fall. You plunge. Because the soul knows what it has been waiting for before the mind can even form the question. One honest conversation. One moment of being held without being fixed. One whisper that says, “I see the weight you’re carrying, and I won’t ask you to put it down—unless you want to.”
Because the truth is: you are starving. Not for attention. For recognition .
You spend years building walls you didn’t even know were there. Brick by brick, with every small betrayal, every glance that looked through you, every hand that touched but never felt. You tell yourself you are cautious. Wise. You call it self-respect, but deep down, you know it’s fear wearing a tailored suit. Tara Tainton - It Can Happen So Fast When Its Y...
And it can happen so fast when it’s yours.
Waiting for you to stop pretending you didn’t need this. When it’s truly yours, you don’t ease into
Let it happen fast. Let it be yours. Because some things—real things—don’t arrive on a schedule. They arrive like a storm after drought, like a word you’ve been trying to remember your whole life.
Not borrowed love. Not performative passion. Not the kind of affection you have to earn with silence or shape-shifting. But yours —the kind that sees your chaos and doesn’t demand you organize it. The kind that stays in the room when you fall apart, not because it has to, but because it recognizes itself in your fragments. Because the soul knows what it has been
Then one day, someone speaks to you not with volume, but with presence. They don’t try to break the walls. They simply stand beside them, curious, patient. They ask nothing of you except the truth—and that’s the most terrifying request of all.