marjjia12
For years, I was but a reflection of what others wished me to be. A vessel filled only with their wants, their dreams, their expectations, until I emptied myself so completely, and I no longer knew who I was beneath the layers.
I gave my love freely, like rain falling on parched earth, yet I myself remained thirsty. I thought love meant to bend, to yield, to shrink, until I learned the hardest truth of all:
"You cannot water others from an empty well, learn to love your own soul first, before you offer your heart to another."
This is the story of how I let go, of the love that only took, the friendships that only drained, the life that was never truly mine, to walk alone, to heal, to grow, and finally... to find myself again.