🌙 In my silence I closed doors that I will hardly reopen. Not because of pride. Not because of the cold. Not because he stopped feeling. I closed them out of respect for myself.
✨ Because there were times where I spoke too much and still no one understood my pain.
Moments where I explained wounds others kept causing like nothing.
Where I gave endless chances to people who never valued my patience.
🌿 And there comes a point where one gets tired.
Not to love...
instead of insisting where you only receive indifference, disappointment or emotional wear and tear.
🔥 How sad it is when the silence ends up saying more than all the words you ever tried to utter.
Because sometimes being silent doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
It simply means you already understood that there are people incapable of understanding what they broke inside you.
✨ Before maybe you ran behind, tried to fix everything, justified attitudes and opened again doors that had already hurt you too many times.
But growing up also means learning when to retreat.
🌙 Learn that not all people deserve eternal access to your heart.
And protecting your peace doesn't make you a bad person..
turns you into someone who finally understood their worth.
🌿 There are doors that close after many tears, many nights thinking and too many accumulated disappointments.
They don't close on impulse.
Se cierran por cansancio emocional.
🔥 Because there are wounds that teach to set limits where before there was only infinite tolerance.
And though affection or beautiful memories still exist, one learns that love should never cost one's own peace of mind.
✨ How difficult it is to choose yourself after so long accustomed to prioritizing others.
But also what a liberator.
🌙 Today I understand that some distances are necessary for healing.
Some silences protect more than any argument.
And that walking away from certain places is also a deep form of self-love.
🌿 That's why there are doors that won't be opened easily anymore.
Not that the heart is hardened...
✨ but because she finally learned that she also deserves respect, calmness and care.
I liked it a lot ©️ D.R.
#MeGustóMucho
Moments where I explained wounds others kept causing like nothing.
Where I gave endless chances to people who never valued my patience.
🌿 And there comes a point where one gets tired.
Not to love...
instead of insisting where you only receive indifference, disappointment or emotional wear and tear.
🔥 How sad it is when the silence ends up saying more than all the words you ever tried to utter.
Because sometimes being silent doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
It simply means you already understood that there are people incapable of understanding what they broke inside you.
✨ Before maybe you ran behind, tried to fix everything, justified attitudes and opened again doors that had already hurt you too many times.
But growing up also means learning when to retreat.
🌙 Learn that not all people deserve eternal access to your heart.
And protecting your peace doesn't make you a bad person..
turns you into someone who finally understood their worth.
🌿 There are doors that close after many tears, many nights thinking and too many accumulated disappointments.
They don't close on impulse.
Se cierran por cansancio emocional.
🔥 Because there are wounds that teach to set limits where before there was only infinite tolerance.
And though affection or beautiful memories still exist, one learns that love should never cost one's own peace of mind.
✨ How difficult it is to choose yourself after so long accustomed to prioritizing others.
But also what a liberator.
🌙 Today I understand that some distances are necessary for healing.
Some silences protect more than any argument.
And that walking away from certain places is also a deep form of self-love.
🌿 That's why there are doors that won't be opened easily anymore.
Not that the heart is hardened...
✨ but because she finally learned that she also deserves respect, calmness and care.
I liked it a lot ©️ D.R.
#MeGustóMucho
