he's different.
he's not quick to tell, judge or speak.
he listens and understands. he's gentle and kind and... patient.
he isn't like other guys. he doesn't want to feel my skin or touch my mountains.
he wants to feel my emotions, to understand what i feel and what i think.
"you're a mystery."
i blush, "thank you."
the only mystery is how someone like him could ever find someone like me interesting.
but thank you, for helping me believe i have potential to be beautifully myself.
self acceptance isn't about being perfect, it's about acknowledging your flaws and loving yourself for them.
i'm different.
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Unspoken Words
Randombecause sometimes it's easier to write down how you feel rather than say it out loud. ⚠️ trigger warning ⚠️
