Oh that rage is so valid. What sits behind it is the pain of someone ripping a piece of me and leaving with both it and my love. Is the ‘piece of creation/curation’ a symbol of something else, something deeper? The blurring of what was once a life-breathing connection. Yet now gets to breathe without me. Without our shared love. Free to unpick the seam threads holding them and me together. To stitch with others. But when my pain is held and caressed over time, the charge of it lessens. A new perspective forms - they never took my power, for true connection is rooted in power-with. And I chose the depth of connection - I shared my love (of things) with them. And what remains is residue of this truth. When the pain lessens, beauty emerges in the lasting impact of love and how it recreates beyond. And in fact, I don’t want to have been discarded as if I had not existed at all. So now the remaining sting of loss can coexist with this acceptance.
Ok, bit late to the party folks…. This piece struck a chord, had to sit with it before sharing my own thoughts.
I believe When we share something that is precious to us (art being the example), we’re not just offering a thing, we’re possibly sharing tiny pieces of ourselves, with no receipt for full refunds. Logically speaking, of course I’m going to feel a way, you literally have a piece of me.” hurt, loss, confusion, they all make sense. I should have enough self compassion to express my true feelings.
But I’d argue maybe the issue isn’t so much that we shared the art, but how we struggle to emotionally process both the sharing and the change that comes with it. Maybe the anger or grief or what ever emotion comes from something deeper, like a sincere struggle to continue engaging with the same art in a way that still allows us to feel like we did when we first experienced it by ourselves, or to feel free, individual, or like there is only one of us in the world.
While you can argue that art allows for shared experiences, the recipient will no doubt experience that same art in a deeply personal way. Their experience with the shared art may even come with its own emotional DNA that no one else can fully understand, experience, or relate to, regardless of how close we once were.
For future relationships, could we be in danger of standing in the way of another person’s growth and story by not being willing to share? In a full-circle kind of way, in order for you to become the person you are today, somebody had to have shared a piece of themselves with you through their art. Imagine if they didn’t. Who would Reggie be?
As you said Reggie, “With all this being [shouted] said… was any of it even mine in the first place?”
Maybe there could be an opportunity to create space to feel all the emotions whilst also being open to the idea of allowing ourselves (and others) room to blossom, albeit painfully, into experiencing new and cool parts of ourselves every time we encounter the same piece of art, knowing that they could be having a similar experience (or not – he says).
Yes 100% you can be mad at shared art we’re only human and hindsight is a great thing but maybe in that moment the reaction and emotional connection over shadows rationality. I think age and time is a healer and I know I regret lots of things from the past but cos there no closure it’s like your reliving it over and over which isn’t healthy. I’m defo not on the fck ‘em page like life’s too short to be mean.
The gold is in the fury, that's a visceral reaction to something deeper.
It is more tied into identity and endings, when relationships end you have to grieve who you were in relationship, an imagined future without them, the things you won't share.
Is the fury about oversharing and then resentment of doing that? Was it one way sharing?
It can feel like they stole a part of you you can never get back, the art, the places, they are all symbols for something else deep within us.
It's about still being connected to someone, they want to feel connected to you and you to them, because it mattered.
I try not hold onto the resentment for having shared something sacred, it only vexes me if the person uses it to bolster their identity in an inauthentic way, I had an ex that would steal my one liners, then get the credit but that's about envy, which isn't talked about enough in relationships.
But the lesson is always keep a part of yourself that NO ONE can have.
Asere! At least in a kidnapping there is a chance of getting your loved one back! He used to do when we were together INFRONT of other people so if they didn't catch it he would take it and run. *shakes fist
cursing - May your unfunny ancestors guide you to the Oxford dictionary definition of integrity, may the x button on your PlayStation always be stuck, may your mussels always be gritty, may your guitar strings always snap just before a gig.
“But the lesson is always keep a part of yourself that NO ONE can have.”
How do you decide what part of yourself NO ONE can have? Who does the NO ONE extend too (I assume in your case EVERYONE) why would you want to keep a part of yourself to yourself? what could it say about you or the person concerning? that part of you that you keep for yourself? Is this keeping part only at the start of the relationship or would you maintain this stance even if you are 5, 10, 15 years deep?
Clearly I have more questions than answers 😝 but found your insights super interesting, thanks for sharing Nadia.
Good questions! I guess there are parts of us we can share with others if we want true intimacy and have connection, if we hold back or are witholding then are we truly allowing ourselves to be seen, or even being ourselves or are we resisting initimacy? But what happens when what we have shared gets used against us or shared with others as Reggie was saying. I guess for me personally there are things that I want to keep secret or remain a mystery so I can foster a relationship with it myself, such as my personal spiritual beliefs, my prayers, dreams and reflections, a time and space to be creative.
So makes me question, what is the intention of me sharing these things with the others?
Do we write, compose or paint for ourselves or for others? Is everything we create to be shared?
This one read me for filth. Thanks, Reggie, lmao. I defo had to sit with it a little before gathering my thoughts.
I think there's a real tension between art being something that is deeply personal vs. something that's meant to be shared — especially in the context of relationships. I’ve definitely had moments after relationships or friendships have ended where I felt salty about the fact that the person is potentially out here recommending things that I’ve put them onto. Or worse — they’re revisiting a food spot with the new babe. A spot that we once made meaningful (music and food are the ones that get me!). And now you're out here making new memories?! That shit stings, brudda. But then I have to quickly check myself. Is that my ego talking? Maybe even a little narcissism? If that moment or piece of art carries meaning because it was a shared experience, then it actually doesn’t just belong to me.
I think that’s the painful beauty about art. Once it’s shared, it no longer exists solely in that relationship bubble or for you alone. Art lives, breathes and takes on new forms. It’s more than us and is meant to shift something in whoever experiences it.
Also, don’t laugh lollll, but when I read this I thought of that quote from Saved by the Bell when Lisa is trying to impress this buff nerd and is like, “What is art? Are we art? Is art, art?”. I know baby girl was meant to be chatting fart, but I personally think she ate. Because truly, what is art? And who does it belong to once it’s out in the world?
for me, there’s a romance to the fact that the art (in whatever form) you once shared with someone gets absorbed and then remixed by them, with their new counterpart, it’s the lasting effect and possibly the sign of positive change. but also there’s 2 sides to the coin, cos there are moments and even with friends, where I feel soooooo conflicted sometimes when I see someone adopt something from me, that I once gatekept or wanted to keep to myself a little longer than planned. but if I zoom out, art is tone shared and enjoyed by everyone… there’s actually so much more to say here I think lol — but it gets a bit salty for me when i’m seeing my ex deep dive into things she once hated, or scrutinised me for, to now immerse herself in it!
Hard relate ha ha. And it feels like the Buddhist second arrow, because the thing that is causing you pain gets a bonus slice of self-criticism for being so mad about it in the first place.
I’ve felt it in romantic relationships but probably more so work. Constantly sharing things and ideas and then, every so often someone uses those things as a stepping stone with no nod to the source. Learning to share freely and generously AND hold on to some magic for myself at the same time.
Clearly you've landed on some monk like levels of peace as you seem to have found a way to make peace with what is the most silent and polite robbery?! maybe I'm just dramatic, but I need to know how you're able to share freely and hold that magic you describe?
Ha not sure I'd go as far as peace - but maybe a little less incensed. I guess it's just taking a moment before I share the thing, blurt out the recommendation or offer something up, and asking myself, am I good with letting this one go?
Every now and then, I pause and think, nope, this one is worth holding on to a little longer.
And for the times when I didn't manage to hold on, and someone took the damn thing and ran with it, I try really hard to imagine that it was supposed to happen this way. Like it was my job to pass that thing on. Good karma and all that jazz.
Really related to a lot of this. And the matter of sharing art is such a mixed bag, isn't it.
To some extent, the art we love the most becomes like a sacred part of who we are (no matter if that is a favourite song, painting, or poem etc). So maybe non artistic minded people would not fully understand just how special it is to share that with someone.
And definitely, I have felt that unique kind of hurt when a relationship ends, and it feels like they have taken all the joy of art with them too. Or when it's like a bit of self disgust comes in at the feeling of sharing a piece of our heart with the wrong person.
But I guess sometimes, loss is just the price we pay for love. And if no-one ever shared the art they loved, then more than likely there would be no more art at all.
So personally, I still think that sharing is worth it - even if that comes with the risk of feeling like we're too exposed, or lose a part of our identity.
No matter if it's something we make, or something we are just moved by . . . maybe the risk of eventual hurt is also what makes sharing these things so beautiful too.
Absolutely, Betrayal is definitely how it feels - even to the extent that we almost feel we’ve betrayed ourselves. But honestly, I’m more of the opinion that the fault is ultimately always shared.
I mean we certainly have a degree of control over our emotions and how we react to things. So in that sense, it’s our “fault” as to how much we allow the hurt to impact the rest of our life.
But at the same time, emotions happen for a reason - and sometimes, that reason legitimately is because of someone elses actions, or whole other factors which are out of our control.
So just like it’s unhealthy to never take any personal responsibility in this life - i think it’s similarly unhealthy to be so hard on ourselves in taking too much responsibility also.
Although I’d be really curious to know what you think with a similar question about the art itself too.
Like, who is ultimately responsible for the art we love the most? Are our tastes shaped entirely by how we personally see the painting, or hear the music etc? Or is some of the reason literally beyond our control, and eminates from the artist who created these things?
This is so interesting, the tone sounds a bit jilted. But that is the risk of life of sharing your heart with someone who can take a piece. So do we stay confined and not take a risk at all, I think we risk baring our souls, our interests and if someone takes it with them, that's totally fine we can't dictate what they can and cannot take with them.
No risk means there are no guarantees; you risk getting hurt, but do you protect yourself out of fear of getting hurt and potentially miss out? Or extend your hand with the chance of being pricked. Life is not meant to be played safe.
Yeah, but imitation is the greatest form of flattery... So you being the 'source' or the 'origin' of their new 'art' is just another chalk up to your greatness... Imagine if they didn't learn, grow, or share anything from you? ...That might feel even worse as you would have been insignificant.... So, it's hard when you can't collect the royalties on your 'art', but at least you know that you can be the source... And thinking abundantly, if you were the source before you can be someone's source again.
Thats a really healthy attitude to have and I couldn't agree more... BUT... haha what happens when emotion gets in the way of balance? surely you've felt an emotional attachment to the seemingly insignificant?
Passion is pretty hate to contain, in whatever form it takes. There can be a lot of vulnerability in it too - and to form the bonds we all desire it’s sort of part and parcel I guess - and a part of that is the acceptance that once shared it’s no longer just yours. Hoping that those that part with a piece of us, are deserved of the beauty we shared with them! (And not a dick haha)
Related to this so hard, thank you for writing so honestly and beautifully! I always loved David Bowie’s take on something quite similar to this which is that everyone is a supermarket of art. You can take pieces or inspiration from everyone you meet. Some people you might not want to take anything from, others influence you in a way like never before which lingers for years after they’ve gone. On the flip-side, others will take from you too. It’s kinda beautiful when you think of it that way… you can build, share and adapt with everyone in your life and be a Frankenstein of different personalities.
That being said, when an ex-partner or friend rebrands themselves based on your entire existence that can feel pretty shit!
‘It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation’ - Herman Melville
This piece really lingered with me. The way you captured how some things—people, art, moments—aren’t meant to be owned, only felt, was powerful. It reminds me of how certain songs don’t belong to anyone, they just carry us gently back to a feeling we once knew. Grateful you shared this.
Honestly… my culture. The food, the music, the dances, the stories passed down. I used to share it all — translating folk tales, cooking the dishes I grew up with, explaining the meaning behind every lyric. But after we ended, it felt too intimate to leave open. I’ve had to make peace with the fact that he still carries fragments of it — of me — that he would’ve never known otherwise
Thank you for sharing such a thought provoking piece. You're not alone, this resonates so much. As hard as it is, there's something really beautiful about someone embracing the things you once introduced them to. Even if you're no longer part of their life, a piece of you still lives on in them...
Definitely. You learn to detach and realise that the joy of sharing something you love with someone in the moment, outweighs any annoyance it might bring in the future. Because sharing is caring, right? And on that note, here's a stick of Twix 😄
Oh that rage is so valid. What sits behind it is the pain of someone ripping a piece of me and leaving with both it and my love. Is the ‘piece of creation/curation’ a symbol of something else, something deeper? The blurring of what was once a life-breathing connection. Yet now gets to breathe without me. Without our shared love. Free to unpick the seam threads holding them and me together. To stitch with others. But when my pain is held and caressed over time, the charge of it lessens. A new perspective forms - they never took my power, for true connection is rooted in power-with. And I chose the depth of connection - I shared my love (of things) with them. And what remains is residue of this truth. When the pain lessens, beauty emerges in the lasting impact of love and how it recreates beyond. And in fact, I don’t want to have been discarded as if I had not existed at all. So now the remaining sting of loss can coexist with this acceptance.
Beautifully put...
Ok, bit late to the party folks…. This piece struck a chord, had to sit with it before sharing my own thoughts.
I believe When we share something that is precious to us (art being the example), we’re not just offering a thing, we’re possibly sharing tiny pieces of ourselves, with no receipt for full refunds. Logically speaking, of course I’m going to feel a way, you literally have a piece of me.” hurt, loss, confusion, they all make sense. I should have enough self compassion to express my true feelings.
But I’d argue maybe the issue isn’t so much that we shared the art, but how we struggle to emotionally process both the sharing and the change that comes with it. Maybe the anger or grief or what ever emotion comes from something deeper, like a sincere struggle to continue engaging with the same art in a way that still allows us to feel like we did when we first experienced it by ourselves, or to feel free, individual, or like there is only one of us in the world.
While you can argue that art allows for shared experiences, the recipient will no doubt experience that same art in a deeply personal way. Their experience with the shared art may even come with its own emotional DNA that no one else can fully understand, experience, or relate to, regardless of how close we once were.
For future relationships, could we be in danger of standing in the way of another person’s growth and story by not being willing to share? In a full-circle kind of way, in order for you to become the person you are today, somebody had to have shared a piece of themselves with you through their art. Imagine if they didn’t. Who would Reggie be?
As you said Reggie, “With all this being [shouted] said… was any of it even mine in the first place?”
Maybe there could be an opportunity to create space to feel all the emotions whilst also being open to the idea of allowing ourselves (and others) room to blossom, albeit painfully, into experiencing new and cool parts of ourselves every time we encounter the same piece of art, knowing that they could be having a similar experience (or not – he says).
Allowing others that room to blossom is undoubtedly (and frustratingly) the healthiest way forward...
Yes 100% you can be mad at shared art we’re only human and hindsight is a great thing but maybe in that moment the reaction and emotional connection over shadows rationality. I think age and time is a healer and I know I regret lots of things from the past but cos there no closure it’s like your reliving it over and over which isn’t healthy. I’m defo not on the fck ‘em page like life’s too short to be mean.
The gold is in the fury, that's a visceral reaction to something deeper.
It is more tied into identity and endings, when relationships end you have to grieve who you were in relationship, an imagined future without them, the things you won't share.
Is the fury about oversharing and then resentment of doing that? Was it one way sharing?
It can feel like they stole a part of you you can never get back, the art, the places, they are all symbols for something else deep within us.
It's about still being connected to someone, they want to feel connected to you and you to them, because it mattered.
I try not hold onto the resentment for having shared something sacred, it only vexes me if the person uses it to bolster their identity in an inauthentic way, I had an ex that would steal my one liners, then get the credit but that's about envy, which isn't talked about enough in relationships.
But the lesson is always keep a part of yourself that NO ONE can have.
man... seeing an ex take your jokes, like, literally the funnies YOU used to say, is like someone kidnapping a loved one!!! argghhh
Asere! At least in a kidnapping there is a chance of getting your loved one back! He used to do when we were together INFRONT of other people so if they didn't catch it he would take it and run. *shakes fist
cursing - May your unfunny ancestors guide you to the Oxford dictionary definition of integrity, may the x button on your PlayStation always be stuck, may your mussels always be gritty, may your guitar strings always snap just before a gig.
You know it can be quite liberating being petty
Interesting comments.
“But the lesson is always keep a part of yourself that NO ONE can have.”
How do you decide what part of yourself NO ONE can have? Who does the NO ONE extend too (I assume in your case EVERYONE) why would you want to keep a part of yourself to yourself? what could it say about you or the person concerning? that part of you that you keep for yourself? Is this keeping part only at the start of the relationship or would you maintain this stance even if you are 5, 10, 15 years deep?
Clearly I have more questions than answers 😝 but found your insights super interesting, thanks for sharing Nadia.
Good questions! I guess there are parts of us we can share with others if we want true intimacy and have connection, if we hold back or are witholding then are we truly allowing ourselves to be seen, or even being ourselves or are we resisting initimacy? But what happens when what we have shared gets used against us or shared with others as Reggie was saying. I guess for me personally there are things that I want to keep secret or remain a mystery so I can foster a relationship with it myself, such as my personal spiritual beliefs, my prayers, dreams and reflections, a time and space to be creative.
So makes me question, what is the intention of me sharing these things with the others?
Do we write, compose or paint for ourselves or for others? Is everything we create to be shared?
More question Bobbie! 😀
This one read me for filth. Thanks, Reggie, lmao. I defo had to sit with it a little before gathering my thoughts.
I think there's a real tension between art being something that is deeply personal vs. something that's meant to be shared — especially in the context of relationships. I’ve definitely had moments after relationships or friendships have ended where I felt salty about the fact that the person is potentially out here recommending things that I’ve put them onto. Or worse — they’re revisiting a food spot with the new babe. A spot that we once made meaningful (music and food are the ones that get me!). And now you're out here making new memories?! That shit stings, brudda. But then I have to quickly check myself. Is that my ego talking? Maybe even a little narcissism? If that moment or piece of art carries meaning because it was a shared experience, then it actually doesn’t just belong to me.
I think that’s the painful beauty about art. Once it’s shared, it no longer exists solely in that relationship bubble or for you alone. Art lives, breathes and takes on new forms. It’s more than us and is meant to shift something in whoever experiences it.
Also, don’t laugh lollll, but when I read this I thought of that quote from Saved by the Bell when Lisa is trying to impress this buff nerd and is like, “What is art? Are we art? Is art, art?”. I know baby girl was meant to be chatting fart, but I personally think she ate. Because truly, what is art? And who does it belong to once it’s out in the world?
More time I'm still a salty ass hater though.
for me, there’s a romance to the fact that the art (in whatever form) you once shared with someone gets absorbed and then remixed by them, with their new counterpart, it’s the lasting effect and possibly the sign of positive change. but also there’s 2 sides to the coin, cos there are moments and even with friends, where I feel soooooo conflicted sometimes when I see someone adopt something from me, that I once gatekept or wanted to keep to myself a little longer than planned. but if I zoom out, art is tone shared and enjoyed by everyone… there’s actually so much more to say here I think lol — but it gets a bit salty for me when i’m seeing my ex deep dive into things she once hated, or scrutinised me for, to now immerse herself in it!
Hard relate ha ha. And it feels like the Buddhist second arrow, because the thing that is causing you pain gets a bonus slice of self-criticism for being so mad about it in the first place.
I’ve felt it in romantic relationships but probably more so work. Constantly sharing things and ideas and then, every so often someone uses those things as a stepping stone with no nod to the source. Learning to share freely and generously AND hold on to some magic for myself at the same time.
Okay, Linzi, you're preaching now...
Clearly you've landed on some monk like levels of peace as you seem to have found a way to make peace with what is the most silent and polite robbery?! maybe I'm just dramatic, but I need to know how you're able to share freely and hold that magic you describe?
Ha not sure I'd go as far as peace - but maybe a little less incensed. I guess it's just taking a moment before I share the thing, blurt out the recommendation or offer something up, and asking myself, am I good with letting this one go?
Every now and then, I pause and think, nope, this one is worth holding on to a little longer.
And for the times when I didn't manage to hold on, and someone took the damn thing and ran with it, I try really hard to imagine that it was supposed to happen this way. Like it was my job to pass that thing on. Good karma and all that jazz.
Okay, I feel a little better now... striking that balance between keeping cards to chest and generosity is what I aspire to. I think.
I may just be making space for the rage. Possibly. Definitely.
Really related to a lot of this. And the matter of sharing art is such a mixed bag, isn't it.
To some extent, the art we love the most becomes like a sacred part of who we are (no matter if that is a favourite song, painting, or poem etc). So maybe non artistic minded people would not fully understand just how special it is to share that with someone.
And definitely, I have felt that unique kind of hurt when a relationship ends, and it feels like they have taken all the joy of art with them too. Or when it's like a bit of self disgust comes in at the feeling of sharing a piece of our heart with the wrong person.
But I guess sometimes, loss is just the price we pay for love. And if no-one ever shared the art they loved, then more than likely there would be no more art at all.
So personally, I still think that sharing is worth it - even if that comes with the risk of feeling like we're too exposed, or lose a part of our identity.
No matter if it's something we make, or something we are just moved by . . . maybe the risk of eventual hurt is also what makes sharing these things so beautiful too.
THIS.
I think you've hit the nail on the head in the idea of the hurt felt when sharing the art with the 'wrong person'...
Its almost a betrayal of sorts, that they've turned out to be someone other than who you invested in and eventually shared with...
Thinking objectively, does that in turn mean that we're ultimately the ones at fault?
Absolutely, Betrayal is definitely how it feels - even to the extent that we almost feel we’ve betrayed ourselves. But honestly, I’m more of the opinion that the fault is ultimately always shared.
I mean we certainly have a degree of control over our emotions and how we react to things. So in that sense, it’s our “fault” as to how much we allow the hurt to impact the rest of our life.
But at the same time, emotions happen for a reason - and sometimes, that reason legitimately is because of someone elses actions, or whole other factors which are out of our control.
So just like it’s unhealthy to never take any personal responsibility in this life - i think it’s similarly unhealthy to be so hard on ourselves in taking too much responsibility also.
Although I’d be really curious to know what you think with a similar question about the art itself too.
Like, who is ultimately responsible for the art we love the most? Are our tastes shaped entirely by how we personally see the painting, or hear the music etc? Or is some of the reason literally beyond our control, and eminates from the artist who created these things?
I wish I had the answer, regardless, its a tough one... BTW - SUBSCRIBED. Your substack is fantastic.
Thanks - I really appreciate that. I’ve subscribed to yours too. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
This is so interesting, the tone sounds a bit jilted. But that is the risk of life of sharing your heart with someone who can take a piece. So do we stay confined and not take a risk at all, I think we risk baring our souls, our interests and if someone takes it with them, that's totally fine we can't dictate what they can and cannot take with them.
Risk is a huge part of a relationship... does that mean it shouldn't hurt?
No risk means there are no guarantees; you risk getting hurt, but do you protect yourself out of fear of getting hurt and potentially miss out? Or extend your hand with the chance of being pricked. Life is not meant to be played safe.
Yeah, but imitation is the greatest form of flattery... So you being the 'source' or the 'origin' of their new 'art' is just another chalk up to your greatness... Imagine if they didn't learn, grow, or share anything from you? ...That might feel even worse as you would have been insignificant.... So, it's hard when you can't collect the royalties on your 'art', but at least you know that you can be the source... And thinking abundantly, if you were the source before you can be someone's source again.
Thats a really healthy attitude to have and I couldn't agree more... BUT... haha what happens when emotion gets in the way of balance? surely you've felt an emotional attachment to the seemingly insignificant?
Passion is pretty hate to contain, in whatever form it takes. There can be a lot of vulnerability in it too - and to form the bonds we all desire it’s sort of part and parcel I guess - and a part of that is the acceptance that once shared it’s no longer just yours. Hoping that those that part with a piece of us, are deserved of the beauty we shared with them! (And not a dick haha)
LOLLLL at the brackets
*hard to contain 🫠 (and let’s be frank, it’s only the dicks that are gonna rile us up over this subject lol)
Related to this so hard, thank you for writing so honestly and beautifully! I always loved David Bowie’s take on something quite similar to this which is that everyone is a supermarket of art. You can take pieces or inspiration from everyone you meet. Some people you might not want to take anything from, others influence you in a way like never before which lingers for years after they’ve gone. On the flip-side, others will take from you too. It’s kinda beautiful when you think of it that way… you can build, share and adapt with everyone in your life and be a Frankenstein of different personalities.
That being said, when an ex-partner or friend rebrands themselves based on your entire existence that can feel pretty shit!
‘It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation’ - Herman Melville
I love that supermarket of art thinking... Bowie left behind so many amazing thoughts... wait... have we just done this exact thing with Bowie?
This piece really lingered with me. The way you captured how some things—people, art, moments—aren’t meant to be owned, only felt, was powerful. It reminds me of how certain songs don’t belong to anyone, they just carry us gently back to a feeling we once knew. Grateful you shared this.
Can you share your favourite thing with someone no longer in your life?
Honestly… my culture. The food, the music, the dances, the stories passed down. I used to share it all — translating folk tales, cooking the dishes I grew up with, explaining the meaning behind every lyric. But after we ended, it felt too intimate to leave open. I’ve had to make peace with the fact that he still carries fragments of it — of me — that he would’ve never known otherwise
Thank you for sharing such a thought provoking piece. You're not alone, this resonates so much. As hard as it is, there's something really beautiful about someone embracing the things you once introduced them to. Even if you're no longer part of their life, a piece of you still lives on in them...
You're right... has it become easier with time?
Definitely. You learn to detach and realise that the joy of sharing something you love with someone in the moment, outweighs any annoyance it might bring in the future. Because sharing is caring, right? And on that note, here's a stick of Twix 😄
We've all been here, right?
There was a time when it may have annoyed me. This -ahem- mature(er)
!wait that's not a word¡
version of me looks at it as the little mark I leave people with. The pieces of me that I shared and left with you like a lingering perfume.
it hurts the most with music fr 😮💨😮💨
Why is music such a sore subject??!! that feels the most personal right?
it really does. like go back to the shit taste you had before me (....!! 😈)
kidding. 50% kidding haha
LOLLL