Have you ever found yourself in a close relationship (platonic, in my case) where you discovered years later the other person has no respect for you? That you worked yourself to death, spending a great deal of your resources to nurture the bond, to eventually realize they never even met you halfway?
All while they were telling you how much they cared for you?
Does that make them a liar, emotionally immature, both? Benignly practicing a different love language in a vibration alien from your own?
That’s my year and I have struggled to understand it since June, but I found my exit on my birthday.
It and I were completely ignored.
But because I am thoughtful and would never intentionally hurt someone I love, the gravity is heavy enough to prevent me from ignoring it further.
To the one this entry is about:
I know you are reading this now because I have felt your energy the entire time.
I respect myself enough for both of us.
I wish you only love.
I release you now completely, and release myself from you.
