“I don't know how to walk away from love. Even the kind that hurts. Even the kind that barely sees me. If someone loves me, even a little, I will turn it into a reason to stay. I will hold on too tightly. I will soften every wound. I will rewrite every red flag as a test of my patience. Because I've always believed that love was the prize. That being loved, even poorly, was still something sacred. So I settle. Not because I don't know better, but because I still think love will save me. And maybe that's the saddest part. Not the settling, but the fact that I keep calling it home.”
Book:I carried me here