ownerβs manual for how to love (or what to expect from me)
let us break it down:
β’ shall show up with open arms for all the little heartbreaks of life β the jeans that betray, the demon children, the boyfriend who forgot how to behave in public.
β’ will not flinch at chaos, draws the line at cruelty.
β’ not above rage, but will spare the china and curse into a pillow like a refined wild thing.
β’ owns my words. No emotional disappearing acts. No gaslight theatre.
β’ respects kindness like a deity.
β’ has made peace with being human β even if it feels like the world forgot to give you the instruction manual and just threw you into a 4D board game without warning.
Thanks to object permanence, you will be forgotten in 5β¦4β¦3β¦2,
