IT’S BANANAS!! 🐒❄️

incredibly endeared by f/os who don't know how to comfort you. they don't know what to do when you come apart in front of them, shaking, starting to sob as the weight of your woes finally bears down on you.

they know what they're meant to do. they're meant to hold you, and kiss you, tell you it's going to be okay and make it real. they're meant to let you sob into their chest or their shoulder, feeling your arms around them as you let their words soothe you until you can smile again.

...but that's not who they are, it's not what they do- do they even know how? do they know where to put their hands when they go to embrace you? do the words come to them naturally or are they floundering for something, anything they heard from a poet or a story that made it sound so easy.

instead they're left standing, hoping desperately you can feel how badly they want to take your pain from you. then following you down when you fall, kneeling besides your shaking form. they reach out slowly, hesitently, rubbing your back or resting their hand comfortingly on your head.

their voice is rough when they speak, almost awkward - it's- it's alright. - scooting closer on their knees, huddling closer to you so even if they're not holding you you can feel them. i'm here.

and they are, and maybe that's enough. 💖

muyy boyfriend

i louve you………