When the cup runneth over
- Quita
- Apr 30
- 1 min read
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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