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What am I doing? I declared myself done with love, with relationships, with anything beyond the physical. Yet here I am, questioning, changing, feeling. What is this if not a betrayal of my own rules? I’m no schoolgirl lost in naive dreams; I’m a woman fully formed, supposed to be beyond such follies. But am I falling for him? On what grounds? Where did my logic flee, leaving behind only this raw, uncharted emotion?
Feeling—it’s such an alien concept, yet it
enveloped me. It felt good, to be adored, to be seen for who I truly am. No
masks, no alterations. He seemed to care, and I let myself bask in that warmth.
But it was a mirage, a lie. He didn’t stay, and the pain that followed was a
stark reminder of why I had closed off my heart.
Yet, through the hurt, he unknowingly taught me
something vital. I yearn for love, for adoration, for a connection that’s
uniquely mine. I thought, for a fleeting moment, he was my soulmate. I felt it,
but it wasn’t reality. Despite the disillusionment, one thing is crystal clear:
I will continue my quest for true love, for my soulmate. He’s out there,
somewhere, and our paths will cross when the time is right.
By:notesformysoulate
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