Unappreciated

Unappreciated

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Have u ever felt that you always give a lot out to people, and what I mean by give out is giving out love. You know you have so much to give and you showed it to them before and they even got a chance to feel the love that you have to offer but instead they rather not take and keep cherish the love you have to give 🤦🏾‍♂️. I understand cuz what I am about to tell you is something I've been going thru for quite sometime and currently. Maybe after I'm done writing this story the person I'm referring to would come and hold me, all of me, cuz what I got to give you is something plenty people can give but is kinda hard to find. But I guess In this case, it's also hard to recognize, for the one I'm talking about still has yet to recognize that I'm the one.
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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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