The First Time I Fell in love

Dear Reader,♥️
Welcome to The Love Journal — a space for stories, feelings, memories, and healing. This is where I’ll write what my heart doesn’t always know how to say aloud. Some stories are mine. Some might be yours too.


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The First Time I Fell (and Learned) in Love♥️

I was 12  when I first thought I was in love.  It was hard to accept that  for me  that i love him because It wasn’t dramatic — no violins, no slow-motion moments. It was simple. He smiled at me in a way that made the noise in my head go quiet. And just like that, my heart get flattered. 

I see him everyday and started starred at him for hours . I started writing his name in the corners of my notebook, smiling like an idiot at random moments. It was the kind of love that made you feel like floating — until the fall.

He never promised forever, he never say that he love me but I assumed it. I thought love meant they would never change, never walk away, never hurt me. I thought feeling deeply was enough to make someone stay.

But feelings don’t always protect you. They don’t always guide the right people in — sometimes they just open the door.

And when he left, I didn’t understand. I kept replaying every conversation, wondering what I did wrong. 
The truth is: nothing. Sometimes love just isn't meant to last, no matter how pure it feels.


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What I Learned:



Don’t lose yourself while loving someone else. Keep your own identity alive.

Healing takes time — and that’s okay. You’re allowed to miss what wasn’t meant for you.


This was my first lesson in love. Painful, yes. But also beautiful in its own strange way. Because now I know — love is a teacher, not a guarantee.
 
So my dear Reader if love comes to you give it a try and if things didn't get the way you want then let it go and move on ♥️

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