ONE SIDED LOVE ❤️♥️

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Hahaha! One sided love, the most beautiful journey most of the teenagers go through. Either because they never confess or maybe other reason. Yes, I know, I know it is the longest bumpy road which is like, when riding through it every bump is another heartbreak but then, when it is plain it feels heaven. OK! It is going Confusing. Let me explain to you and make it simple.

“Seen a GARDENER working in the garden?  He keeps on waiting for the flower to bloom, He waters it every day, He takes care of him day and night, He loves it from his soul and the inner core of his heart, But what happens at the end? Does he get every flower back to him? No, not always but still he manages to smile and bloom another flower because his happiness lies in the Happiness of others.

Love from one side Is the GARDNER and his/her love is the Flower. You love them, you take care of it but you never ask anything in return, no matter how difficult your phase was or how broken you are when you see them going or let them go.

BUT

Some are lucky Gardeners which get the opportunity to keep their love with them at the very first chance.

BUT

BUT…

Sometimes, Gardner gets his planted pampered bloomed flower back with the complaint
“that it did not look beautiful anymore, it is not blooming in my garden and it started to die. I don’t want it to keep it back...”

  And then,

After apologizing and explaining everything to the stranger, he tells his plant

 “THE TRUE LOVE I DO TO YOU CANNOT BE DONE BY ANYONE. NO, MATTER HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY KEEPING YOU WITH THEMSELVES AT FIRST BECAUSE OF THE BEAUTY BUT AT THE END THEY GONNA THROW YOU OR GET BORED OF YOU BECAUSE THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN THEN PART OF YOUR LIFE but INSTEAD YOU BECAME PART OF THEIR ’S. THEY HAVE NOT SEEN YOU GROWING BUT I HAVE”

  Same is the case with us, at first, the people never understand how much their gardener loves them and they go with someone else, but when rejected or left behind they sit alone missing their Gardner and cursing their mistake.

LOVE
GAMI
♥️♥️

Comments

Aparna Thakur said…
This is soo good.. the perfect blog that can explain The ONE SIDED LOVE💞
February 2, 2022 at 10:54 AM
Unknown said…
But one sided love is still much more pure n memorable ❤️💌✨🌼 beautiful words 💋
February 2, 2022 at 11:00 AM
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