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The love you are trying to find outside is already within you. @QuoterUS

You don’t have to keep trying to give everyone love, being kind and giving love are 2 different aspects. . . . . . @QuoterUS

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Sometimes I wonder if loving someone is really supposed to change you this much. I used to believe love was the purest thing a person could experience. But somewhere along the way, I learned that giving too much of yourself can make you lose pieces of who you were before. You become quieter. More distant. You stop expecting. You start escaping—not because you don’t care, but because caring has become exhausting. Maybe the strangest part is feeling alone even when something is supposed to be mutual. Some things can be shared for years and still feel one-sided. Not because there was no love, but because the balance was never quite right. And perhaps that is what changes a person. Not losing someone. But losing yourself while trying so hard not to lose them. I don’t know what the future holds. Maybe someday, someone will enter my life who won’t make me question where I stand. Someone who won’t leave me wondering whether I am asking for too much when all I really want is certainty. Someone who chooses me without making me compete with silence, distance, or uncertainty. Until then, I suppose I’ll keep believing that what is meant for me will find me. And what isn’t… I’ll learn to let go of. - @QuoterUS

Yes I am a Taurus ♉️ @QuoterUS

It was 8:45 in the morning. I was rushing to class, pretending it was just another ordinary day. Then, without a warning, something inside me went quiet. My chest grew heavy. My thoughts became restless. And for the next few hours, I carried a storm no one could see. There was no reason I could point to. No tragedy. No bad news. Just that familiar feeling of falling apart while everything around me continued as if nothing had happened. Maybe that’s the cruelest part of silent battles— no one notices when you’re drowning because you’ve learned how to keep walking underwater. Life has been heavy lately. Perhaps my mind is simply tired of pretending it isn’t. . . @QuoterUS

Escapism . @QuoterUS

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