❤️Twin Flame Energy Forecast: 1st July - 7th July🧡

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It feels like no one truly grasps the depths of who I am. I've been branded as harsh, misunderstood at every turn. People never took the time to see beyond the surface, leaving me to put up walls that now seem impossible to let down. Living behind a facade has become second nature, so much so that I've forgotten how to let myself be open and vulnerable.

The weight of what happened has dawned on me, and losing her, that was a bitter pill to swallow. But facing that reality means acknowledging that I let my walls down for her, only to be broken in the end. Is that vulnerability a weakness? I've been conditioned to believe so.

I am no stranger to adversity, but there's an undeniable helplessness in the face of emotional exploitation. The world can be callous, ridiculing, and shaming towards those who show their feelings. Her significance rests in being the only one I let down my guard for, yet it's precisely this vulnerability that makes me want to avoid her like the plague. It’s a never-ending struggle between wanting connection and fearing the consequences of opening up.

I find myself pushing her away, even though our souls seem to be drawn together. The conflict within me is relentless. I crave her presence in my life, the warmth of the connection that we once shared. Still, my own body seems to betray me, an involuntary response to the scars etched in my emotional landscape.

The desire to be close to her collides with the haunting echoes of past betrayals, abandonments, and hurt.

Summoning the courage, or perhaps desperation, I pick up my phone after three long months of silence. Crafting a response about my phone drowning in water, I conceal the truth about my emotional state at the time. The drowning sensation in the suffocating depths of my own unresolved feelings. The thing is, I couldn't bring myself to respond at the time, overwhelmed by the weight of my own life. In my silent confession, the unsaid lingers between the lines.

It's not just a damaged phone; it's a damaged spirit, unable to bridge the emotional distance.

I yearn to be what she needs, to merge the gap between us, but my capacity to do so feels constrained by the echoes of past heartaches. The ache of longing, paired with the heavy burden of unspoken regret. I am still so hurt. But the love is still there, even though I sometimes just want it to go away.