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Fragment of love, wholeness of me
<p>I ask myself this question more than I'd like to admit .</p><p> Why do I give so much of my heart to people who only give me pieces of theirs?</p><p> I think it's the hope. The hope that one day, they'll see me, choose me, love me the way I love them.</p><p> And in that hope, I lose myself, I shrink, I settle, I silence the voice inside me that knows I deserve more.</p><p> Sometimes, it's not even about them🤨 it's about the emptiness I feel when I'm alone.</p><p>It's about the filling that space with anything that resembles affection, even if it's not real.</p><p> And I hold on, even when it hurts, because letting go feels like admitting I wasn't enough </p><p> But deep down I know...</p><p> Love should not feel like begging </p><p> Affection should not feel like chasing </p><p>I deserve something that flows freely not something I have to fight for just to feel a glimpse of it</p><p> So maybe it's time to stop reaching for hands that never reach back. Maybe it's time to choose <strong>myself</strong></p>
Fragment of love, wholeness of me
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