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Meryam J.’s Followers (1)
Meryam J.
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I carried me here
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I carried me here
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“You know,” I said, pulling my sleeves over my hands, “I don’t think people should talk every day unless they mean it.”
She looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘mean it’?”
“I mean… unless they plan to stay. To actually be there. Because otherwise, you’re just giving someone a habit. A dependency. And when you leave, it’s not just absence. It’s withdrawal.”
She blinked, and said, “You’re not mad at them. You’re mad you let it feel like forever.”
I laughed softly. “Exactly.”
― I carried me here
She looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘mean it’?”
“I mean… unless they plan to stay. To actually be there. Because otherwise, you’re just giving someone a habit. A dependency. And when you leave, it’s not just absence. It’s withdrawal.”
She blinked, and said, “You’re not mad at them. You’re mad you let it feel like forever.”
I laughed softly. “Exactly.”
― I carried me here
“I think the people who've felt the most unwanted
are the ones who try the hardest to make others feel wanted.
they know what silence feels like.
what being misunderstood feels like.
what it feels like to be chosen last.
so when they love, they don’t do it halfway.
they love like it’s the only thing holding the world together.
they remember birthdays,
favorite songs,
the way your voice changes when you’re trying not to cry.
they show up.
every time.
and even though they’ve been hurt
more than they can explain,
they still believe love is worth giving.
even if it isn’t always returned.”
― I carried me here
are the ones who try the hardest to make others feel wanted.
they know what silence feels like.
what being misunderstood feels like.
what it feels like to be chosen last.
so when they love, they don’t do it halfway.
they love like it’s the only thing holding the world together.
they remember birthdays,
favorite songs,
the way your voice changes when you’re trying not to cry.
they show up.
every time.
and even though they’ve been hurt
more than they can explain,
they still believe love is worth giving.
even if it isn’t always returned.”
― I carried me here
“I don't know how to walk away from love.
Even the kind that hurts. Even the kind that barely sees me. If someone loves me, even a little, I will turn it into a reason to stay. I will hold on too tightly.
I will soften every wound. I will rewrite every red flag as a test of my patience. Because I've always believed that love was the prize. That being loved, even poorly, was still something sacred. So I settle. Not because I don't know better, but because I still think love will save me. And maybe that's the saddest part. Not the settling, but the fact that I keep calling it home.”
― I carried me here
Even the kind that hurts. Even the kind that barely sees me. If someone loves me, even a little, I will turn it into a reason to stay. I will hold on too tightly.
I will soften every wound. I will rewrite every red flag as a test of my patience. Because I've always believed that love was the prize. That being loved, even poorly, was still something sacred. So I settle. Not because I don't know better, but because I still think love will save me. And maybe that's the saddest part. Not the settling, but the fact that I keep calling it home.”
― I carried me here
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