His world has wings, mine has walls

To the girls who gave too much-
Who poured their hearts into someone who was never ready to hold them.
To the ones who stayed even when it hurt,
Who chose silence over pride, patience over peace,
Because love, to them, meant giving until there was nothing left.
This is for the girls who forgot how to love themselves
In the process of loving someone else.
You are not weak.
You were never foolish.
You were brave enough to feel everything.

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This story lives between two worlds, half rooted in truth, half blooming from imagination. It carries the weight of moments that truly happened and the softness of dreams that never will. The writer pens the ending she will never get, not to rewrite the past, but to give her heart a place where longing finally finds its rest