QuotArt

Words are like Art. Beautifully meaningful. And I turn them into quotes for you.

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It’s odd, it must be late evening. As I sit here, it feels heavier than usual, and I find myself thinking of him. Not only are there memories of the past, but there are also moments when I catch myself missing him, moments when the emptiness feels undeniable. Maybe I miss him a bit too much tonight. It’s been so long since we laughed together. There’s a longing that lingers in my chest, soft yet persistent, reminding me of how much he meant to me and how much I wish he were here.

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@deargod.diary 🤍

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I love you a great deal.

More than words could ever truly capture, I find myself grateful for your presence, your kindness, and the light you bring into my life. With you, even the simplest things become extraordinary.

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What we had was beautiful, and I wish upon everything that we could get it back. I'm sorry that I had to leave, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you. You will always remain in my heart. Every time I look up at the sky, I hope you look at it too, and that you can feel how I always pray for your happiness.

I miss you.

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Do you remember when I told you,

That I love you, to the bottom of the sea.

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Can we meet in the middle?

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“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.”

— Sigmund Freud

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Do I really not deserve love?

In my last two relationships, I feel like I did my best and gave the best of myself. But why am I always failing? Do I not deserve to be loved? In the first relationship, I know I was hurting because I gave my all. I was new to relationships so my answer to all his mistakes was forgiveness so he would stay with me forever. And of course, it ended. But for the second one, I was very careful. I was very thorough and careful with my feelings. I didn’t start it first, I didn’t want to. I even said no, and that was okay. But I fell for his efforts, the daily efforts that brought down my fort. And I started to love, a little at first because I warned myself every day not to make the same mistake as before. But I enjoyed all the affection too much, because it felt nice. It was freaking nice to be loved wholeheartedly, so I gave my love wholeheartedly as well. And I started to fall in love again, at last. But why did this have to end? I was careful, I was aware. But why does it hurt the same? He didn’t hurt me like the other one did, but why can’t my heart forget him like I promised myself it would, to be okay if this one didn’t work out? Why do I still cry over the memories half a year after he said it was better for us to end?

My whole life, I try to be careful. I think before I speak, I always try to think of others first before myself, and I try to give the best of myself so others would be happy. I try to never ask for too much, because small things can make me happy that I will smile for days and remember them for the rest of my life. If you write a love letter for me, then your name is carved at the bottom of my heart. But why am I always the one who feels like I love the most between us? Is it because I am difficult to love? Is it because I ask for too much?

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From my previous relationship, I barely recovered with what was left of my feelings. I was convinced I would be too scared to ever fall for someone again. But when I fell for you, I loved you with everything I had left. You had all of me. And now that you're gone, I feel empty.

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You are the moon of my night.

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Don't blame the wind for taking the balloon away.