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I miss the girl I used to be before I met you. I miss the way she was full of light, unguarded, and unafraid. She didn’t question her worth or wonder if she was enough; she simply existed in her own space, comfortable in her skin, at peace with her thoughts.
I miss the girl who used to laugh without hesitation, who didn’t second-guess every word or action, fearing it might push someone away. She was bold, she was free. But now, I find myself hesitating, trapped in the constant worry of what you might think or how you might react.
I miss the girl who saw the world with wide eyes, filled with curiosity and wonder, not yet weighed down by disappointment. She believed in love, in trust, in the goodness of people. But now, the innocence she carried has been clouded by doubts, by broken promises, by the realization that love isn’t always enough.
I miss the girl who gave without fear, who loved without holding back. She didn’t keep score or guard her heart so fiercely. Now, though, I feel like I’m always protecting myself, building walls around my heart because I’ve learned that giving too much can sometimes leave you empty.
I miss the girl who didn’t have to ask for love, who believed that it came naturally, without effort, without fear of rejection. Now, I find myself wondering if I’m asking for too much or if I’m somehow unworthy of the kind of…
