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The Weight of Wanting Love - by Shay ⭐️ - Notes on Being

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Tired of seeking, searching, bending myself into shapes I was never meant to take, just to fit into someone else’s life. Tired of pouring out love, time, energy, money, hell even my sanity only to receive crumbs in return. Tired of chasing something that has never truly belonged to me. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted love. Not just any love, but the kind that wraps around you, the kind that makes you feel seen, the kind that reminds you why people write songs, why they get on one knee, why they wait in the rain for hours just to say, I still choose you. But in every relationship, every situationship that almost became something real, I have always found myself on the giving end. Always the one making time, checking in, loving without hesitation. And yet, when it’s my turn to be held, to be prioritized, to be loved back with the same intensity I am met with silence. Indifference. Excuses. I’ve started recognizing the imbalances. The way I have given and given and given, hop

I think I’m finally tired. Tired of seeking, searching, bending myself into shapes I was never meant to take, just to fit into someone else’s life. Tired of pouring out love, time, energy, money, hell even my sanity only to receive crumbs in return. Tired of chasing something that has never truly belonged to me. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted love. Not just any love, but the kind that wraps around you, the kind that makes you feel seen, the kind that reminds you why people write songs, why they get on one knee, why they wait in the rain for hours just to say, I still choose…

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