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hayat
“şu ev ki ömrüm;
her odada kilit bir hüznüm
sen evin “hayat” ı;
umut yeşerttiğim tek bölüm”
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Ever since I got back from The Museum of Broken Relationships, I’ve been thinking what object from my past I would submit to the museum, if I were to submit something, and what I would write to accompany that object.
I asked K the same question when I saw her after I got back, and she said her purity ring to signify her breakup from the church, which of course I thought was such a good answer.
Me, I think it’d be a picture. A picture that an ex got me several years ago that was meant to inspire me to keep taking photos. I remember, when I saw the picture, thinking -- knowing, with every bone in my body -- that the person who gave it to me did not understand me. Nothing about that picture connected with me. Nothing about it was me.
That was the beginning of the end.
Gifts are hard. I still prefer people straight up telling me what they want and me getting that thing for them, but I know that getting something someone wants without them having to tell you is like giving them two gifts. The first, of course, is the actual gift itself. But underneath that -- and I’d argue even more relevant -- is the gift of showing that you know them. That you see them. And that you understand their taste.
Getting that photo from my ex was the exact opposite of that. It was a gift I did not like that also made me feel unseen, unknown, and misunderstood.
Yes, I think that’s what I would write.
Goodnight my honey wifey💤😪💤 I’m so sorry about what happened to you today You must be very exhausted. Hon please don’t worry, everything will be fine🤗 I’ll always be here for you and I’ll do my best to make you feel secure👩❤️👩 Please have a good night’s sleep hon, see you later, I love you very very much 🌻❤️💍💍❤️🐼🌈🌭🥨🥐🍹🍦🍕☕
Wow Honey, so beautiful ❤️👩❤️💋👩❤️
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