My Toxic Trait Is Reading A Sad Book And Getting Sad When The Plot Starts To Get Sad.

My toxic trait is reading a “sad” book and getting “sad” when the plot starts to get “sad”.

Every petal whispers rebirth 🌸🍒

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It was the sea that made her always restless.

Forever walking the tightrope between being a hopeless romantic and a strong, independent woman.

Into the woods 🌲

Just some food for thought.

Some people think the worst place to be in is the “friend zone “, being in an unrequited state where you love someone but they don’t love you more than as a friend. While I do sympathize with people struggling with this, been there, done that, believe me, no one talks about what it is like to be on the other side of the spectrum.

Being the one they’re in love with, and being unable to reciprocate their feelings. The guilt that comes with feeling like you’re stringing them along and giving them false hope when you’re just being a good friend. Overthinking your words and actions so it’s not construed as something more than friendship. Acknowledging their great qualities and thinking how it would be so easy if you could just love them like they love you. Struggling to maintain boundaries when all you want to do is open up to them completely. People coming up to you and trying to get you to change your mind about giving your relationship a shot.

It’s painful, heartbreaking and so confusing.

While being in the friend zone sucks for many reasons, it doesn’t feel particularly good knowing you’ve unintentionally put someone there.

The duality of this situation is very intriguing.