Everything you post I've been relating to! I seriously would just love to message/chat back and forth if you ever want someone to talk to about this because I am literally going through the exact same thing; it's uncanny.

I'm trying like hell not to message my T. I already sent him a pretty photo I took in the park last weekend cause we were talking about hobbies and passions. I felt like he was insinuating I had none? I feel like I'm just breaking boundaries left and right, and it's absolutely thrilling.

“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”