Girls often worry about their obvious desperation, their runaway fears, all their pathetic yearning… that sort of thing. And for good reason; it can feel oppressive to people, the constant weight of all their fucking need.
But turns out, neediness and insecurity are only gross when you feel obligated to feed someone’s neediness and assuage her insecurity. When you free yourself from that self-imposed onus, when you simply allow her to feel what she’s going to feel without trying to fix her, her antics stop being troublesome and suddenly blossom into a rather charming display. It’s like watching a nervous animal, presenting herself for mating; she dances a strange, twitchy little dance that she designed but barely understands, praying I’ll eventually put a stop to it by climbing on top of her.