All the way...

We all have triggers. And as as much as I love you, you cannot possibly know exactly the words I need to hear, the words I don't want to hear, and the way I like to be touched. And how strange that we expect these things of each other. It's because I've been raised to want fairy tales. For a flawless savior to rescue me. But the savior isn't flawless and the savior is not coming. The savior is me, and I'm still learnings. Forget perfect. Forget flawless. And start speaking your truth. Start speaking what you want and how you want it. And start asking and listening, really listening, to what the people around you say. Maybe, then, we will stop abandoning and hurting each other. Maybe, then, there's hope for us.