I used to think I had to save you.

I made absolutely zero progress. I quit early on you. Wish I could remember how freeing that is each time I get back to this unhealthy space. But with you things were different. I’d already grown up a lot by the time you came along. By the time we hashed it out, I could more readily recall this truth: I shouldn’t spend time defending myself. If I have to do that then I’ve got other, bigger, fish to fry. And over the years, I’ve been frying away bit by bit. Frying away my insecurities, my need to be validated by you.

So today I’m not so needy, not so quick to play savior. Because all lower-case saving is simply a play.