Dear Loui #1 – Heart on Read

✨ Content is free—but crows like snacks.

When Letting Go Hurts More Than Holding On

✉️ Dear Loui,

I think I’m addicted to emotionally unavailable people.
I keep chasing people who give me breadcrumbs and then ghost me when I start to feel safe.
What’s wrong with me?

— Heart on Read

🪶 Loui Replies:

Dear Heart on Read,
There’s nothing wrong with you.
You just got taught that love means reaching.
That safety feels like suspense.
That affection comes with a leash.

But baby crow, that’s not a love story.
That’s a trauma musical with bad lighting and no intermission.

Here’s your spell:
When someone pulls away? Pull inward.
Put your hand on your chest and say:
“I don’t chase. I choose.”
Then block, breathe, bless, and molt.

Breadcrumbs are for pigeons.
You’re a crow. You want a feast.

🖤

✉️ Follow-Up: Still Heart on Read

Dear Loui,
Thank you for writing back. I read your message four times.
It made me cry. But also… I don’t know how to stop.

Even when I know they’re not good for me, I still hope.
Hope they’ll change. Hope they’ll see me.
I keep checking my phone like it’s a lifeline.
Why does it hurt more to let go than to hold on to someone who’s not even really there?

I feel crazy.
Is something wrong with me?

— Still Heart on Read

🪶 Loui Replies:

Dear Still Heart on Read,
That’s not crazy.
That’s a nervous system still chasing the ghost of what it needed once but never got.

And baby crow… hope can be a trauma response, too.

Sometimes clinging feels safer than grieving.
Because grief means it’s really over.
And somewhere deep inside, a part of you still believes:
“If I let go, I lose my chance to be chosen.”

But you were never meant to wait for love.
You were meant to receive it.
Not like crumbs falling off a table—
But like the sky opening when you speak your truth.

Here’s what I want you to do tonight:
Light a candle. Sit with the ache.
And whisper:
“I’m allowed to want more.
And I don’t need to suffer to be loved.”

You are not “too much.”
You are too sacred for anything less than wholeness.

This isn’t about getting over them.
It’s about coming back to you.

I’ll be right here when the spiral circles back.
Molting is messy. You don’t have to rush it.

🖤
— Loui Crow