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"She Grew Up nd Love Grew Distant"....

Taara001

Taara001

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The truth she never asked for....

She used to think love was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Something magical. Pure. Something that gave people strength, made the world softer.

But growing up changed her lens.

She saw how love was often confused with control. How people called it “forever” when they were just lonely. How attention became affection, and attachment got mistaken for something deeper.
She watched strong connections fade, sweet promises break, nd people who once called each other "home" turn into strangers.
She realized most weren’t in love — they were just surviving it. Staying because they feared the silence more than the sadness.

And somewhere in all that, she stopped romanticizing love.
Not because she stopped believing in it entirely...
but because she finally saw how rare real love truly is.

Taara~~
 
Taara001 said:
The truth she never asked for....

She used to think love was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Something magical. Pure. Something that gave people strength, made the world softer.

But growing up changed her lens.

She saw how love was often confused with control. How people called it “forever” when they were just lonely. How attention became affection, and attachment got mistaken for something deeper.
She watched strong connections fade, sweet promises break, nd people who once called each other "home" turn into strangers.
She realized most weren’t in love — they were just surviving it. Staying because they feared the silence more than the sadness.

And somewhere in all that, she stopped romanticizing love.
Not because she stopped believing in it entirely...
but because she finally saw how rare real love truly is.

Taara~~
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This is like reading my own mind voice. I'm aligned.

The most harmful creatures are the humans:).
With so much superficiality around, especially in today’s world of social media and surface-level interactions, it’s easy to get disillusioned. Genuine love can sometimes seem rare or almost like a fantasy.

If love would have a physical form ,i would gladly struck a knife in the heart.
So nobody would acquire to use it on others;)
Today it will be you and tomorrow it will replaced by others or left alone and bla bla bla..it will continue time to time.

#Be Alone..#stay alone..
 
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JackDani said:
This is like reading my own mind voice. I could understand. The words would have surely come out of our experience.

The most harmful creatures are the humans:).
With so much superficiality around, especially in today’s world of social media and surface-level interactions, it’s easy to get disillusioned. Genuine love can sometimes seem rare or almost like a fantasy.

If love would have a physical form ,i would gladly struck a knife in the heart.
So nobody would acquire it to use it on others;)
Today it will be you and tomorrow it will replaced by others and bla bla bla..it will continue time to time.

#Be Alone..#stay alone..
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sometimes… stabbing it sounds more peaceful than falling for it....
 
Taara001 said:
The truth she never asked for....

She used to think love was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Something magical. Pure. Something that gave people strength, made the world softer.

But growing up changed her lens.

She saw how love was often confused with control. How people called it “forever” when they were just lonely. How attention became affection, and attachment got mistaken for something deeper.
She watched strong connections fade, sweet promises break, nd people who once called each other "home" turn into strangers.
She realized most weren’t in love — they were just surviving it. Staying because they feared the silence more than the sadness.

And somewhere in all that, she stopped romanticizing love.
Not because she stopped believing in it entirely...
but because she finally saw how rare real love truly is.

Taara~~
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Love n control aren't two spheres. Control out of love is okish. Doesn't a woman feel the warmth of her partner when he prefer her fittin in his choice( not always tho) n a man luvs the brattiness of his counterpart? I'm into a view that, any relation is a two way bridge, if it's a dagger that always takes in the likes to one side, it's futile. Whatever, opinions vary.. mindsets differ. There is no 100 percent ideal couples. When u r into a relation, no one wants it to be private (I mean, always n always I do think a private relation as a situation ship, that doesn't 've a bridge with privacy matters lol) . When u gettin to a relation to some one ,not a green tree or smthng but one who can give u a homely feeling.. that's when u cult a feeling for luv, relations n all.

Nyc write up gurl, kudoos!! (Wlcm to the den by the by)
 
Taara001 said:
The truth she never asked for....

She used to think love was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Something magical. Pure. Something that gave people strength, made the world softer.

But growing up changed her lens.

She saw how love was often confused with control. How people called it “forever” when they were just lonely. How attention became affection, and attachment got mistaken for something deeper.
She watched strong connections fade, sweet promises break, nd people who once called each other "home" turn into strangers.
She realized most weren’t in love — they were just surviving it. Staying because they feared the silence more than the sadness.

And somewhere in all that, she stopped romanticizing love.
Not because she stopped believing in it entirely...
but because she finally saw how rare real love truly is.

Taara~~
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Beautifully penned, Taara
It’s raw, real, and quietly powerful.
Sometimes growing up isn’t about losing innocence — it’s about gaining clarity.
And in that clarity, even silence feels more honest than empty promises.
 
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