Loving Someone Is Hard

Loving someone is hard, harder than we ever admit.

It's a risk, a gamble where we place our hearts in trembling hands and hope they won't let go. But loving the wrong person?

That's a different kind of agony. It's like standing in the rain, waiting for the sun to rise, knowing deep down that it never will.

The hardest part isn't just the love itself; it's the expectation, the quiet, desperate hope that they'll change, that they'll love you the way you love them, that they'll finally see you the way you've always seen them. But they don't. They never do. And maybe they never will.

You give and give until you are empty, waiting for a moment that never comes. You convince yourself that if you love them a little harder, if you hold on a little longer, if you prove yourself just a little more, they'll turn around and love you back the way you need.

But love doesn't work like that.

Loving the wrong person while expecting the right things is like whispering secrets into the wind, hoping it'll carry them back instead of stealing them away. It's like planting flowers in a storm and wondering why they never bloom.

So expect nothing, not less, not more. Not from the wrong one, not even from the right one. Let love come as it is, without force, without desperation.

If it is meant to stay, it will. If it was never yours to begin with, no amount of longing will make it real.

And that, my dear, is how you survive love.