Real Life

Real Life

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Romance
In real life, love doesn't exist. In real life, you don't find your one true love. In real life, nothing turns out the way you want it to. In real life, you get played. Today I found out what getting played really is. You wouldn't think a person like me would get played. I mean I'm smart, pretty, funny. I do have problems with my self confidence but who doesn't? I thought he was perfect, the one but you think that about every guy. Every guy is always better than the last. You go through them like cards in a deck, sometimes they are kings but other times they are jokers. This time, I picked a joker.
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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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