i once was in a similar situation, not the exact same yet way too similar to be honest. and i feel so sorry for everyone who has been there too. it can be so incredibly difficult and devastating to handle.
may everyone feel some comfort in knowing they’re not alone with this experience <3
Thank you for sharing this. It really means a lot to know others get it, even if the paths weren’t identical. It’s heartbreaking how many of us have known that kind of pain, but there’s something healing in being seen. Sending you love <3
Oh honey, I feel that pain so completely. The raw, sometimes brutal ache of love unrequited but so desperately desired. You are not too much, you are not too sensitive, too needy, whatever it is that people who are not honest with themselves will never understand. Remember who you were BEFORE the pain, your true self. Worthy of agape love, not some filtered or watered down version of what the world tells you. If it doesn’t sing to your soul, it’s not for you, but perhaps a lesson in your growth towards who you have always been when no one is looking. You are loved. You are important. But most of all, YOU ARE NEVER TOO MUCH. Your tribe will know that and you will never have to make yourself smaller to fit another’s mold. 💜💜💜💜
Your words hugged my soul. Thank you for seeing me so deeply. I’m holding onto that reminder, that my sensitivity is not a flaw, but a mirror of the depth I carry. Your message felt like a safe place to land. Truly, thank you. Sending you love right back, from one open heart to another.
*Jhenè Aiko - Triggered* plays in my head as I read this post 🥲
“maybe love was never the point—maybe it was learning how to stay soft when they couldn’t love you back.” - this line right here is the gem I didn’t know I needed to read and digest tonight. Because why should I allow those who are incapable to love, harden me when by nature I am soft and fluffy? 🥹
Eva, you captured something profound here. That distinction between wanting love versus wanting to be understood resonated. The way you described bending your spine to fold into his margins - that’s poetry that cuts straight to truth. Beautiful and heartbreaking work.
This felt like reading my own silence out loud. The kind of ache that lingers—not for them, but for the version of us we gave away so freely. Your words are soft daggers, beautiful and bruised. Thank you for writing this.
Just subscribed—because this kind of honesty needs to be seen. If you’d like, I’d love to have you visit mine too. Maybe we’re all just learning to stay soft in a world that made us hard.
Thank you so much. Your words truly moved me. That ache does linger, quietly, and I’m grateful this piece spoke to you. I’d love to visit your space too.
“and i kept bending my spine trying to fold myself into his margins.” i love finding people who r so good w their words!!!!!
u described a very hard feeling rather beautifully and there r so many people in the world who can relate to that feeling. thank you for making the world and some big feelings easier to digest <3
I remember this feeling well, even if it was decades ago. Thank you for sharing the depth of your truth.
That means a lot coming from someone who’s felt it too. Thank you for holding space for my words.
you’re not the only one feeling these feelings - you’ve written beautifully ♥️✨
Pretty little words in pretty little rows mirror from the tips to your little toes.
Well done!
You saw the rhythm in it, and that means more than you know.
I'm in awe!
i once was in a similar situation, not the exact same yet way too similar to be honest. and i feel so sorry for everyone who has been there too. it can be so incredibly difficult and devastating to handle.
may everyone feel some comfort in knowing they’re not alone with this experience <3
Thank you for sharing this. It really means a lot to know others get it, even if the paths weren’t identical. It’s heartbreaking how many of us have known that kind of pain, but there’s something healing in being seen. Sending you love <3
Oh honey, I feel that pain so completely. The raw, sometimes brutal ache of love unrequited but so desperately desired. You are not too much, you are not too sensitive, too needy, whatever it is that people who are not honest with themselves will never understand. Remember who you were BEFORE the pain, your true self. Worthy of agape love, not some filtered or watered down version of what the world tells you. If it doesn’t sing to your soul, it’s not for you, but perhaps a lesson in your growth towards who you have always been when no one is looking. You are loved. You are important. But most of all, YOU ARE NEVER TOO MUCH. Your tribe will know that and you will never have to make yourself smaller to fit another’s mold. 💜💜💜💜
Your words hugged my soul. Thank you for seeing me so deeply. I’m holding onto that reminder, that my sensitivity is not a flaw, but a mirror of the depth I carry. Your message felt like a safe place to land. Truly, thank you. Sending you love right back, from one open heart to another.
I pledge to always be an ear, a shoulder, whatever your soul needs, I am here. YOU ARE NOT ALONE 💜💜💜💜💜
Thankyou so much, this means alot <33
*Jhenè Aiko - Triggered* plays in my head as I read this post 🥲
“maybe love was never the point—maybe it was learning how to stay soft when they couldn’t love you back.” - this line right here is the gem I didn’t know I needed to read and digest tonight. Because why should I allow those who are incapable to love, harden me when by nature I am soft and fluffy? 🥹
that's such a cute compliment, softness is strength, and choosing to stay gentle in a hard world is such quiet courage <33
Eva, you captured something profound here. That distinction between wanting love versus wanting to be understood resonated. The way you described bending your spine to fold into his margins - that’s poetry that cuts straight to truth. Beautiful and heartbreaking work.
thankyou so much <33
It's so cool how random people I find on substack can express what I feel so eloquently
That’s the magic of words connecting souls who’ve never met but feel the same.
This felt like reading my own silence out loud. The kind of ache that lingers—not for them, but for the version of us we gave away so freely. Your words are soft daggers, beautiful and bruised. Thank you for writing this.
Just subscribed—because this kind of honesty needs to be seen. If you’d like, I’d love to have you visit mine too. Maybe we’re all just learning to stay soft in a world that made us hard.
Thank you so much. Your words truly moved me. That ache does linger, quietly, and I’m grateful this piece spoke to you. I’d love to visit your space too.
Your words are all too familiar. Beautifully written.
Thankyou, means alot<33
“and i kept bending my spine trying to fold myself into his margins.” i love finding people who r so good w their words!!!!!
u described a very hard feeling rather beautifully and there r so many people in the world who can relate to that feeling. thank you for making the world and some big feelings easier to digest <3
Thank you for holding space for what I wrote. It’s comforting to know it resonated beyond me <3
"i don't miss you the way i used too."
This line, it, it just makes me feel you.
How wonderful it is!
so touched by this, thankyou for reading <3
So well written, reminds me of the line “the lesson I could never seem to learn”..
That means alot, thankyou <33
You made something beautiful from your pain—thank you for sharing ❤️
That truly means a lot thank you for seeing it and holding space for it <3
This is going to resonate with a lot of people. Beautiful piece 💕
I wrote it from a really honest place, so hearing that it resonates truly means everything.