I always thought I am the sort who needs a bit of jealousy in a relationship to justify the fact that I am wanted.
And then, I realise not.
And then, I realise I don’t need anyone in my life to tell me what to do, to try to control me.
Because, I have gotten used to not being so.
And then, I know not what had gotten to me. And then, I grew fucking afraid.
It is scary.
Almost stifling and exasperating.
And then, I realise I really don’t like it.
enjoy the courtship.. but don’t be blinded by love..
treasure your yourself – body, heart and mind.
A remnant of the old practice of “drag-hair-and-pull-into-cave-then-thump-chest” ritual. Guys won’t show it if they dun wanna be uncool and fake nonchalance, or they might have plenty of other options, which is of course way cooler.