See we play these games to hide our brokenness. Then when relationships fall apart… We look for someone to blame. We point the finger and say your different. You’ve changed. But we covered our true selves out of shame. To embarrassed to say, l’m scared. To fearful to say, I don’t want to be left out in the rain.
So who are we really underneath it all? Are we defined by our stature? Or are we defined by the way we walk? Is it the easiness in our conversation? Or the letters rolling off our tongues when we talk? When you fall in love… It’s better to take the mask off. Kisses are better wet. And hearts are meant to be soft.
Love always, Esha ❤