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There was a time when this heart looked for love, looked for the lover to love and end up being not loved, end up being vulnerable, ending up doubting her love.⁣⁣

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I never expected from someone and then one day I fell for him and I did expect him to love me as I love him but every expectation has fallen together with me and the worst part is this time he didn't fall with me.⁣⁣

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You know what heartbreak is not just a broken heart, it also breaks the faith in love, it breaks the faith in us, it breaks the faith in the word lover.⁣⁣

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And sometimes it's hard to love yourself because someone failed when they tried loving you, they left because they couldn't and that's what you think but darling they failed not because you were something less or it was hard to love you, they failed coz it was hard for them to love, hard for them to understand ⁣your idea of love and even harder to implement theirs.⁣⁣

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I have realised that being stuck where he left off is like giving me the same pain that he did and I don't deserve this. We all deserve the best, no matter if is it love or respect.⁣⁣

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I moved on...... doesn't matter if I took left or right what matters is that I chose to stay with me and love me when I was left behind.⁣⁣

⁣⁣You see me all happy today, it took a lot to be like this, some days autumn was home for a long time, some days spring made my heart move, some days Storm acted brave and some days I acted bravest, it still hurts but no more the same pain, some days I am not able to love myself the same but I moved on from your pain or maybe I moved out from your home, I chose my heart, my home, I moved on..



             VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN💙

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