My Other Half

My Other Half

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Love is such an overused word. The phrase 'I love you' comes so naturally through people's lips that it comes as easily as the ability to breath. What happened to this word and phrase that used to be handled carefully and delicately? What happened to its precious meaning? People say that true love is only found in an alternative reality. But that's only because the meaning of love has been corrupted. What used to be used as a phrase to express someone's compassion is now just a useless phrase. So what happens when I meet my other half? But only to believe the corrupted meaning of love. What happens when I fall for society's lie? What happens when my other half walks away?
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I used to think love was all about finding someone to make you feel whole. But as the days passed, watching him laugh with his friends, I started to realize something. I was waiting for someone else to validate me, to give me the affection I craved. But the truth hit me hard-I needed to start with myself. I stopped measuring my worth by his attention, or anyone else's. I stopped seeking approval in the way I looked, the things I said, or the way I walked into a room. Slowly, I learned that the most important love was the one I could give myself. I didn't need his smile or his words to feel seen. It wasn't easy, but I started finding peace in my own reflection. I became more comfortable with who I was-flaws, mistakes, and all. I realized that I didn't need anyone to complete me. I was whole, just as I was. That why I wrote a story about my personal experience with love .

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