Wrong Person Again🌘

There was a time I blamed it all on bad timing or bad luck. I kept falling for the emotionally distant ones, the ones who made me question my worth. They never said I was too much, but their silence always did. Looking back, it makes sense. I was chasing the kind of love that matched how I secretly felt about myself, like I had to earn affection just to be kept around. I remember one person in particular. I bent in every direction trying to be enough. I changed how I spoke, softened how I asked for things, shrank every time they pulled away. I thought if I loved them harder, they’d finally choose me. But they didn’t. And I cried in quiet places, wondering why love always felt so heavy in my chest. It wasn’t until much later that I realized I wasn’t unlucky, I was just repeating an old story. Healing started when I stopped trying to be chosen by people who made me feel small. Now, I’m learning to move slower. I choose people who make me feel safe, people whose love feels quiet and clear. I still catch myself looking back sometimes, but now I look forward more. I know now that I deserve the kind of love that doesn’t ask me to prove anything, only to be. #emotionalwounds #choosingbetter #selfawareness

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