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 Do you fall in love with People? Moments? Gestures? Words? Actions?

So, my dating history has been quite a blow but every time I’m involved with someone, I feel like this is it, he is the one. I believe I am finding the missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, enduring new feelings, being in my own world, but of course, not alone for a change. 

Him doing basic AF shit feels extraordinary, his teeny-tiny efforts seem like a great deal, sloppy scraps of respect, trust, and equality fancy as a luxury to me. Not only do I stop here, but also I start compromising at each step, calm my own insecurities that should ideally be done by my partner, suppress what my instincts tell me and overlook all the signs which should be held critically. 

Maybe because I have not heeded a little of what people around me experience in love, and that's why I end up setting the bar so low. 

However, it may vary what/who I fall in love with - people, moments, gestures, words, or actions but one thing that remains constant is that I always miss my happy endings by a whisker. I am eventually left with this unsettling thought of being so close to making it perfect.

No regrets though, anyway I wasn’t the only one responsible for it not ending the perfect way.


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