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Clouded thoughts, heavy feeling and broken heart. That's all I ever had. Staring at the four corners of my room. Thinking over and over. What could have gone wrong? As I woke up everyday , The pain you left hit me deeper and deeper. I don't know what to do, seems like I am paralyzed. I don't know who am I to talk to When I know no words can help to ease the pain. I'm always available for you I never close doors for you I never thought leaving you For I choose to love you. Am I too brave to fight for you? Am I too numb of getting hurt by taking risk over and over? Am I not enough for you? or I'm just too dumb of loving someone like you. When will I get tired? When will I choose "I" instead of "you/us"? Is it worth to take the risk and wait again? or when If I'm finally gone. Would you miss me?
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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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