for a long time, i was tripping and falling on my own tangled laces, and now i've laced them up and still, they're not tight enough (or sometimes, too tight). what is "enough", anyway? it's either underwhelming or overwhelming– never just right and i don't know how to be that person who has a knack for figuring out what exactly it is to be human.
also, just because it feels a little nostalgic:
“You don’t get it. I barely understood it. I crave the kind of partner that will tell me when I’m wrong. Someone who will take the time to say to me, ‘This is going to be a sucky conversation because it’s going to be uncomfortable but if I don’t tell you, I can’t be certain anyone will and I want you to grow continuously into a superb human being.’ Do you get it? Don’t you want someone who wants you to keep growing?”
also, just because it feels a little nostalgic:
“You don’t get it. I barely understood it. I crave the kind of partner that will tell me when I’m wrong. Someone who will take the time to say to me, ‘This is going to be a sucky conversation because it’s going to be uncomfortable but if I don’t tell you, I can’t be certain anyone will and I want you to grow continuously into a superb human being.’ Do you get it? Don’t you want someone who wants you to keep growing?”
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