This is a specific kind of love that isn't valued enough. The love that doesn't get in the way. The love that holds what you can't yet hold for yourself without making you feel bad

If you stand between someone and the thing that wants to hurt them, you are not being brave. You are what dissociation was meant to be but couldn't be.

There is a feeling that many people carry their entire lives without ever having a word for it. It is not sadness. Sadness has weight and texture; and direction. It is not numbness. Numbness implies a turning off, a cessation. What this sensation is sits between and beneath both of those, a hollow awareness: the quiet, relentless knowing that emotional depth and genuine connection exist somewhere, just beyond reach.