They say “you get what you give.”
But I never got what I gave. I gave love with a full heart and got distance in return. I gave loyalty and was met with betrayal. I gave comfort to people when they were hurting, yet when I was the one falling apart, there was no one there to hold me together. I listened to their pain, understood their silence, stayed through their hardest days and loved them in ways they never had to question. But when I needed the same, I was left feeling alone. What hurts the most is not that I gave so much, but that I genuinely believed it meant something. I believed that the love I gave would come back, that the effort I made would be appreciated, that the people I cared about would care about me too. Instead, I found myself carrying wounds I never deserved, crying over people who slept peacefully after breaking my heart and questioning my worth because I wasn't treated the way I treated others.
Nada duele más que volver a verte en el mismo lugar del que juraste haber salido. Creías que ya habías sanado, que por fin estabas mejor, pero ahí estás otra vez, con las mismas heridas, sintiendo el mismo vacío y preguntándote cómo terminaste de nuevo en el punto de partida.
I love men that just offer to do nice stuff for you, or see you need things done & just volunteer to help. Don’t even need too many hints, or guiding. Them the niggas you cater to!