Love Turns into Tiredness Here

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Some words don’t leave questions behind when you read them.
They leave silence.
This piece carries that same feeling.
It isn’t about one face or one story. It speaks of a feeling that slowly settles inside a person.

This city is not just streets and buildings.
It is a city of attitudes.
There are many people here, but very little belonging.
There is familiarity, but no trust.
Even friends start to feel like strangers, and rivals don’t need announcements to exist.

From the side of love, this isn’t complaint — it’s exhaustion.
The kind of tiredness born from waiting.
The weight that settles on the heart when promises remain unfinished.
Love here doesn’t create noise.
It quietly turns a person silent.

Betrayal here isn’t an accident.
It’s routine.
People come, talk, create hope,
and then disappear at some turn of life as if nothing ever existed.
The heart doesn’t always break —
sometimes, it just gets tired.

Society’s face is reflected in the same mirror.
Everyone is busy, yet no one has time for anyone.
Everyone understands everything,
but no one wants to understand.
Many walk beside you,
but very few actually stand with you.

The boundary is the quietest, yet the deepest part.
A time comes when a person stops asking questions.
Complaints fade on their own.
No anger remains, no expectations.
Just an empty space left inside the heart.

This writing doesn’t accuse anyone.
It only says this:
If you feel alone in a crowd,
if love has started to feel heavy,
then maybe the problem isn’t you…
maybe this city really is strange.

Some feelings are not written.
They are simply lived.

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