She was a giver
— the kind of soul who poured oceans of love
into others without hesitation.
Her heart knew no limits;
she gave and gave,
believing that kindness could melt even the hardest surfaces.
But what she didn’t realize for the longest time was this:
No matter how much love you pour into a rock,
it won’t soften.
It won't grow.
It won’t change.
Some hearts are not ready to receive what you have to offer.
And sometimes,
the bravest thing a giver can do is to stop watering what was never meant to bloom.

— the kind of soul who poured oceans of love
into others without hesitation.
Her heart knew no limits;
she gave and gave,
believing that kindness could melt even the hardest surfaces.
But what she didn’t realize for the longest time was this:
No matter how much love you pour into a rock,
it won’t soften.
It won't grow.
It won’t change.
Some hearts are not ready to receive what you have to offer.
And sometimes,
the bravest thing a giver can do is to stop watering what was never meant to bloom.

She was a giver
— the kind of soul who poured oceans of love
into others without hesitation.
Her heart knew no limits;
she gave and gave,
believing that kindness could melt even the hardest surfaces.
But what she didn’t realize for the longest time was this:
No matter how much love you pour into a rock,
it won’t soften.
It won't grow.
It won’t change.
Some hearts are not ready to receive what you have to offer.
And sometimes,
the bravest thing a giver can do is to stop watering what was never meant to bloom.

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