Author: P.S. Bartlett

When I give, it does not come with strings. I’m not keeping track of what you owe me. When I give, I choose to do so without ulterior motives. I give because I’m genuine. I give because I know what it’s like to be without. To long for and be ignored. To speak and not be heard. To care for and have nothing returned. When I give it’s because I get it. It’s because I know the value in what I have in my heart and I refuse to let the world stop me from sharing that. But when things start being taken for granted. When you no longer appreciate my sincerity. I won’t switch, I won’t get angry, and I won’t be spiteful. I’ll just get smart and I’ll change your role in my life. Because when I give, I’m all in. But when I’m done, there’s no looking…

You deserve honesty. You deserve transparency. You deserve someone who respects you enough to never lie to your heart. You deserve appreciation. You deserve loyalty. You deserve someone who would never abuse your trust. You deserve love. You deserve someone who would still be there for you even when everyone else has walked away. You deserve someone who’s real. Never settle for less. — Trent Shelton

…I s’pose a panel (or psyanel?) of psychiatrists would posit (or psyosit?) that the human need to continue to be satisfied is more than balanced by the need to get stuff ‘finished’… fr’example, as a Reader, the great pleasure of wandering through an engrossing novel can leave yeez not wanting it to end… but, but, but… yeez really want to find out how the denouement plays out… the sadness of closing the book after the last chapter may be sated by grabbing a sequel, if one exists, or starting another tome… the number of times yeez hear ‘I didn’t want it to end’ are quite frequent (and what utter joy thatis to an Author’s ears)… on the flip side, as an Author, the desire to reach those wunnerful WURDS, ‘the end’ is a much more parlous condition… too much urgency to complete yer masterpiece will…