It’s been a while since I last read a story like this. Maybe I’m just an empath, but you can’t really blame anyone for wanting to feel loved. The ending may not be what we expected, but that’s what I loved about it—they found someone who was truly there for them from the start.
we don’t even have the right to complain like why are we here in the first place?!?!?!
lmao (still looking forward like wtf)
It is sad because it’s real for so many people. Sometimes, the hardest truths are the ones we live with quietly.
The quiet ache of someone shaped by trauma—used, abused, and thought their worth was in being needed. It’s not even about love anymore, but survival. They follow, they adapt, not to be loved, but just to be seen, to matter.
I just love how they talk to each otherr like broooooo?!?? I enjoyed thisss why so shorttt! ;>
when’s the wedding??!?!