Letters

Letters

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 20, 2018
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Romance
They say that when you see "the one" you should just know. That the first time you meet them, it's like the world should stop and it's only you and him in the room, just staring at each other deeply locking eyes. And to be honest, that all sounds like bullshit to me. Now let me just tell you that this is not one of those love stories that at the end I meet someone and as soon as I see this sexy man coming into the club and we deeply lock our eyes; our souls are connected, and we fall in love. This is exactly the opposite. The problem is I do not even know if this is a love story or not. Because the last thing I ever want it to be, is cheesy and boring and honestly basic as any other. So, I'm going to start in the beginning.
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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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