Holding On

Holding On

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Another night, I was left alone. A piece of me was missing, so far gone that I find myself longing more and more to get it back. Nothing can really fill this void. I've tried everything. I even got back with my ex just to replace the feeling but nothing could. I can't explain it. I'm stuck in limbo and I can't seem to escape. The connection that I once felt to that part of me was ripped away one Sunday, when I made a stupid mistake, one that I didn't know would impact me so deeply. I tried so hard trying to replace what I was feeling but nothing seemed to work. I could never forget about him. I always wondered how things would've turned out if this thing kept going. Nothing feels right anymore. I shouldn't have opened up my soul to him and now I'm left in here shattered. My soul looks like a shipwreck on a beach, tragic yet beautiful. The day he left, I was left open but I knew that he too, wasn't really the one I had to be with. Until a day, four years later, I met him.
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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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