What's life really

What's life really

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., déc. 5, 2016
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Romance
This story is based on a true life story , how I had to figure out what is best for me and only me . I had went through so much during my first two years of high school , and I think it's only the right thing to show people that these things do actually happen . With so much going on I've forgotten who I truly am and what I always believed . I never thought that when people said love is blinding , that it really is and I've come to realize that . I guess it hurt to walk away , to finally give up . You just have to cope and deal with it one day at a time . Please I am begging you , this is my story and it's utterly true . Please don't steal this and post it somewhere else as that is beyond disrespectful and it is mine . I hope by you reading this will help you or open your eyes to what can happen . Enjoy reading ❤️
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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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