In your relationships, you manage. You plan. You hold it all together. You’ve been the strong one so long you forgot what it feels like to soften.
But late at night, there’s an ache.
Because beneath it all, you’re longing to be pursued.
Not chosen because you’re capable or successful or because you make everything easier. Chosen because he couldn’t imagine anyone else.
Lately, you have found yourself wondering if a love like that even exists.