One day
That's what i kept telling myself since i started feeling it. The emotion, the feeling of longing to be free. A person with opinions, a person with feelings.
A person, That's what i wanted to be. Growing in a toxic family where your mother abuses you and a father who was never there for you to help you cope up this types of things is what i never wish for. A sister who would laugh at your misery and smile while you cry.
the pain i feel every time, the salvation and peace i prayed for everyday was never heard. It was like it never mattered. Never will . The shattered piece of my heart i stick together to be able to give a chance and forgive keeps shattering till there was nothing to be glued together.
When the only thing you want to have and receive finally had enough and went numb. when you can't find it anymore.
Love
It's the kind of love that never asks for anything in return, yet gives endlessly. It's the love that pours out like a river, steady and unyielding, despite knowing the waters may never touch the heart of another.
It's the quiet ache of offering warmth without expecting to be warmed, of caring for others while your own heart remains cold, untouched. It is selflessness in its purest form—giving all you have to give, not for recognition or even gratitude, but simply because your heart knows no other way to be.
It's the love that endures the silence, that remains constant in its devotion, even when it never finds a mirror to reflect it. It is a beautiful, painful cycle of loving without the balm of being loved in return.
I wanted that. Only that
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lots of love, baeeeeessss💕😭
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WHISPERS OF A BROKEN HEART
RomanceShe was a girl with a quiet beauty, the kind that didn't scream for attention but lingered in the mind like an unfinished melody. Her short, jet-black hair framed her delicate face, its choppy edges a reflection of her fractured world
