In this lifetime, you won't come across many people who would find your flaws amusing, who would complain about your vices and then laugh it away, who would make poems out of your scars and quirks, who would write songs to you, who would let you be.
When you do, that's why, be brave enough to hold onto them.
People like them make the cracks of your broken heart the map to an eternal solace and tenderness
⚜️ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-𖤓🤍ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-⚜️
Happy new year 🤍
At the end of the year, we pause to reflect on what has passed and what is to come.
We look at the pain and understand it, and at the joy and give thanks.
The end is not a harsh reckoning, but an opportunity to say: We survived.
We stumbled and got back up.
We lost and won.
We learned.
And there is still room in our hearts for new dreams and a more mature path.
May this year be a blank page, a bolder step, and a lighter heart.
Some loves are like a rollercoaster.
They lift you up, shake you up, make you feel alive, yes, but also exhausted.
And then there's another kind of love.
The kind that doesn't shout.
The kind that doesn't test you to see if you're still there.
With it, everything weighs less.
Not because the world has changed, but because you deal with it differently.
Because you don't need to interpret it all the time.
Because it doesn't analyze your every gesture looking for hidden meanings.
Because it doesn't punish you on the days you don't want to talk, nor does it expect you to do everything its way.
It's a love that doesn't demand you be the best version of yourself to stay.
It remains even when you are most fragile.
And it doesn't make it a rescue mission, nor does it romanticize pain.
It embraces you.
Without needing to fix you.
Without rushing you.
Without correcting you.
He lets you be.
He lets you breathe.
It's healthy, and that doesn't make it boring.
Because he doesn't use silence as punishment, nor distance as a threat.
Because if there's something to say, it's said.
And if there's something to take care of, it's taken care of.
Just like that. Without formulas, without games, without exhaustion.
Because he doesn't set traps.
With him, you don't need to ask permission to be sensitive, nor hide your tiredness, nor feign enthusiasm when all you want is to stay in bed.
He recognizes you even when you don't quite know who you are.
And he stays there, by your side, without invading, but without leaving.
It's a love that doesn't put itself at the center, but also doesn't disappear.
That doesn't crush you, but also doesn't let you fall.
That doesn't need eternal promises, but chooses to stay every day.
And that's why everything becomes simpler.
Not because life stops hurting.
But at least it doesn't hurt anymore when I'm alone
⚜️ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-𖤓🤍ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-⚜️
Promise me something.
-" I'll love you forever "
No, not that.
Promise me you'll understand my little insecurities, my doubts, my reasonless fears.
Promise you'll get it when I want to push everyone away.
Promise me that even when we fight, you still believe I'm a good person.
Maybe I need someone who knows me too well and still choose to love me.. Rather than someone who loves me because they don't know everything.
⚜️ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-𖤓🤍ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-⚜️
There will be a person in your life,
whom you will love so much,
That you will want to hug him and not end. The thought of breaking away from him will be unbearable, but ... you have to let him go free.
He is full of hug, remember the aroma and feel and let him go. Love and freedom are interdependent - when love gives freedom, freedom responds with love. To realize this is one of the most difficult things.
It hurts the most when you give anyone freedom, loving it infinitely, and you squeeze your eyes and soul with the only question: whether you will see it again.
But you have no idea what the feeling is when - once he received his freedom - he returns quietly and hugs you again ...
You can now open your eyes.......
⚜️ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-𖤓🤍ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-⚜️
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈…
I never thought that a simple "Thank you for everything" could break
my heart into another million pieces.
I thought I was done telling myself, "It's okay.”
I thought I was done accepting with all my heart that some things
come to an end—even the good and the beautiful ones.
I thought it would be a lot easier to bid goodbye to what we had—
because we've agreed to find that space, we're looking for outside of us.
But I found myself looking deep into your eyes, and once again—
I see our lives together—slowly flashback.
All the laughter we've shared.
All the tears we've cried.
All the highs and lows we've overcome.
All the hopes and dreams we've started shaping.
We may not have that burning fire to continue, but we will always
have that ember—that even at its faintest, it will always be there to illuminate.
My heart will always be grateful for your gift of you. And this time,
allow me as well to say it—with all my heart: "THANK YOU FOR
EVERYTHING.”
⚜️ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-𖤓🤍ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-⚜️