Lo que nadie me contó del amor : Cómo aprendí a querer sin perderme a mí misma

For a long time I thought that possessiveness was synonymous with true love and that butterflies in my stomach were happiness and not anxiety. But one day I understood that loving was something else. It wasn't checking my phone a hundred times a day to see if I had written, or sleepless nights and jealousy. It was feeling safe and being able to be myself without fear. I discovered that calm is not boredom, and I learned that wanting a lot is not the same as wanting well. Many of the things I have felt you have probably felt too. And when we share them, they hurt a little less. Maybe that's why you're here.