I used to believe love was enough that if you gave it sincerely, it would always come back.
But I’ve learned that some people only take what they need, and leave when it no longer serves them
I gave my heart to someone who saw it as temporary, while I saw forever.
Now I’m learning, painfully, that love isn’t about how deeply you feel it’s about who’s willing to feel with you
I’m still healing, still figuring out how to protect the parts of me I gave away too easily.
And though I don’t regret loving, I’ve learned that not everyone was meant to be held that close