Истории Lovingtoomuch

I wrote this poem not because i am a writer or that i want to be, only because i just didn't know how else to express myself. I felt like i was choking on my own emotions.

A short story of the inside of a girls thoughts and emotions as she travelled through the journey of love, while losing herself in the process.

heyy I wrote this because I know almost every person go through this phase and need to know they're not alone. I hope you relate and enjoy reading my poets!

!!! TW !!! Mention of suicide - Alcoholism - Eating disorders - Death - Mention of domestic violence -------------------------------------- What have I done to myself because of you? So many things Except now I got nothing left to lose So I can finally be free, alive and happy without you

random writings. for those who feel too much.

If you are looking for a love story that fixes everything, this is not it. This is the kind that lingers. This is the story of two people who loved each other deeply - but not wisely. They were never strangers. They had history, shared spaces, forced proximity that turned into stolen glances and late-night confessions. They knew each other's moods, each other's silences, each other's worst versions. And maybe that was the problem. They loved intensely before they learned how to love gently. They chose pride when they should have chosen vulnerability. They were accused, misunderstood, pushed into becoming the very enemies they never wanted to be. But here's the truth - they never stopped loving each other. This is a story about choosing dignity over desperation. About walking away while your heart is still begging you to stay. About becoming the person your partner once needed - only after they are gone. You will see how much they loved first. You will understand why it mattered. You will ache when you realize it wasn't enough. Years later, the love is still there - quieter, guarded, restrained. No grand confessions. No dramatic reunions. Just growth. Just distance. Just the unbearable thought: If only we had met later. This story will feel familiar. Because almost everyone has had a love that was real... but mistimed. Almost everyone has wondered what would have happened if they were a little softer, a little braver, a little more ready. This is for the ones who have loved and let go. For the ones who chose self-respect over chaos. For the ones who still carry someone in their heart without carrying them in their life. If you want something that will make you cry quietly and sit with the ache - Welcome.

Loving too much can hurt you so much.