Regarding the Honeymoon Phase..

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f that stopped..</i></p><p id="64fc"><i>You hurt me, and didn’t show as much care as I would’ve thought, This happened multiple times, and my communication and expression had began to annoy you, Instead of apologizing, you twisted and turned your way around accountability, even if it meant the end of us, And attempted to have me feel as though I was in the wrong for addressing said issue(s), At a point, rushing me to “let it go” with no resolution..</i></p><p id="f66c"><i>Reflecting on the past, I made a new discovery in the way that I process things.. I hate the honeymoon phase, now that I realize that that’s what it was, The honeymoon phase has no set expiration date and can last for years, This is where people wear their masks, pretending to be the perfect one to meet your every need, consciously or subconsciously done, who knows? But when will we know that we’re out of it?</i></p><p id="51d8"><i>In the future, I want to break pass this stage and see each other for who we really are, when we’re comfortable.. This will help us to kill the unrealistic expectations, and fully accept one another at their best, and worst..</i></p><p id="7f87"><i>Those screenshots of the words that I fell in love with are long gone, False hope does not live here anymore, Though still fond of words, only what I

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’m shown will matter most, Because, as you said on multiple occasions, actions speak louder..</i></p><p id="0f87"><a href="undefined">Love.</a></p><div id="d825" class="link-block"> <a href="https://thewilltolive.medium.com/im-not-as-invincible-as-i-thought-3bea2512038d"> <div> <div> <h2>I’m Not As Invincible As I Thought.</h2> <div><h3>I’d dive into relationships head first before</h3></div> <div><p>thewilltolive.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ND-0YLKehu1tAmCUYSHLxQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="5f7e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/flowers-7c77bc1abab2"> <div> <div> <h2>Flowers.</h2> <div><h3>Little Windows in the Palms of Our Hands</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*35QgFjL5ulAMP1md)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Reflection

I hold onto words, screenshots from years back when I fell, The way you touched my heart and soul gave me hope.. hope that my search for “the one” had come to an end,

Words of affirmation, my primary love language, a gift and a curse, in this sense anyway.. I believed it all to be who you really were, and what you were capable of in Love, That’s what I was fighting for..

At a time, you listened to me, and acknowledged my pain.. “I don’t understand why anyone would hurt you”, still echoing through the halls in my brain, which is why I always seemed confused when I considered potential reasons that made it difficult to get back..

There was talk of the future from your end and mine, admiration of the man that I was at the time, then things had later become complicated, That’s when all of that stopped..

You hurt me, and didn’t show as much care as I would’ve thought, This happened multiple times, and my communication and expression had began to annoy you, Instead of apologizing, you twisted and turned your way around accountability, even if it meant the end of us, And attempted to have me feel as though I was in the wrong for addressing said issue(s), At a point, rushing me to “let it go” with no resolution..

Reflecting on the past, I made a new discovery in the way that I process things.. I hate the honeymoon phase, now that I realize that that’s what it was, The honeymoon phase has no set expiration date and can last for years, This is where people wear their masks, pretending to be the perfect one to meet your every need, consciously or subconsciously done, who knows? But when will we know that we’re out of it?

In the future, I want to break pass this stage and see each other for who we really are, when we’re comfortable.. This will help us to kill the unrealistic expectations, and fully accept one another at their best, and worst..

Those screenshots of the words that I fell in love with are long gone, False hope does not live here anymore, Though still fond of words, only what I’m shown will matter most, Because, as you said on multiple occasions, actions speak louder..