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There was this time when my teenage self found the idea of love quite fascinating. Curiousity took over my senses and I let love take over my heart.

I fell in love with people. Well, not exactly people; I fell in love with faces and ideas.

I loved, I dreamt, I got my heart broken and I picked up the pieces and readied myself for another such cycle.

But naΓ­ve as I was, I failed to realise that the more times my heart broke, the more my trust in myself wavered.

Gradually, I began hating and pitying the person who looked back at me from inside the mirror.

As I grew up, I learnt to keep my feelings reserved. I grew and my wounds healed.

I spent more time thinking about myself than thinking about what others think about me.

And thus, I slowly began falling in love with the person who looked back at me from inside the mirror.

That was when I realised that the more I loved and respected myself, the more I found myself looking for someone who actually deserved to be loved by me, rather than giving my heart away to any random stranger who happened to throw a smile at me.

After all, I wasn’t a beggar expecting people to throw coppers in my bowl. I was a human who expected to be loved the way I loved someone.

And that was when I learnt the mechanism of love.

It’s quite simple, really.

Love doesn’t start with other people. It starts with the one you see in the mirror.

~K@

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This post was first uploaded on The Pradita Chronicles by me as a guest post. (You should definitely check out her blog. She’s just an awesome Writer.) And so today I decided to share it on my original blog as well… Hope you all like it! Much love and regards😊❀

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