Setting boundaries in love is the first step toward reclaiming your soul from those who treat affection as a transaction. In the quiet, reflective air of France, I learned that a heart is not a ledger to be balanced with debts. This realization is more than just an ending. It is a profound internal architecture for a spirit that finally understands its worth. Understanding the importance of setting boundaries in love helps me process the tectonic shifts of past relationships with a calm and clear mind. As a highly sensitive person, I recognize when a connection becomes a cage. It turns old emotional erosion into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these protective intervals, the soul finally finds its authentic rhythm. We move from the weight of calculations to the lightness of true freedom. By walking away, we reclaim our radiant, enduring strength.
Daleko im lijepa kuća
ispred očiju,
nije mi drago ni malo.
Vrati me na tvoju bezobzirnost,
na trenutke kad se ljubav mjerila
računima i prigovorima.
ali svi trebamo prag tolerancije.
koji iz “ljubavi” stvaraju težinu
i očekuju priznanje.
To mrzim iz sve snage.
ne želim njihove liste i njihove priče.
Nikad se nisu pitali
šta sam ja sve učinila za njih.
Kad sam ih to pitala,
ostali su bez teksta.
Daleko od mog svijeta.
Odlazim s osmijehom,
jer ljubav ne poznaje prigovore.
Bon vent à eux
devant mes yeux,
je ne suis pas contente du tout.
Il me ramène à ton insouciance,
aux moments où l’amour se mesurait
en factures et reproches.
mais nous avons tous besoin d’un seuil de tolérance.
qui créent un poids à partir de l'”amour”
et attendent de la reconnaissance.
Je déteste cela de toutes mes forces.
je ne veux pas de leurs listes et de leurs histoires.
Ils ne se sont jamais demandé
ce que j’ai fait pour eux.
Quand je leur ai demandé,
ils sont restés sans voix.
Loin de mon monde.
Je pars avec le sourire,
car l’amour ne connaît pas de reproches.
Good Riddance to Them
before my eyes,
I am not pleased at all.
It brings me back to your thoughtlessness,
to moments when love was measured
in bills and complaints.
but we all need a threshold of tolerance.
who create weight out of “love”
and expect recognition.
I hate that with all my might.
I don’t want their lists and their stories.
They never asked themselves
what I did for them.
When I asked them that,
they were speechless.
Far from my world.
I leave with a smile,
because love knows no complaints.