One of my earliest memories is watching people connect in ways I couldn’t. I’d see couples holding hands, laughing together, whispering secrets only they could share. And deep inside, I longed for that kind of closeness—someone who would truly see me, choose me, and love me as I am.
But love has always felt… out of reach.
Growing up, I often felt like I was standing on the outside looking in. I watched my friends fall into relationships, post cute photos, celebrate anniversaries. And every time I congratulated them, I’d smile on the outside—but inside, there was an ache. A voice that whispered: When will it be my turn?
I’ve had moments where I thought I found it. Little sparks with people who showed interest. But too often, it felt like I was just an option, never the choice. Sometimes I wondered if maybe I was asking for too much—wanting someone who would not just admire me for a moment, but who would stay, through the hard days as well as the beautiful ones.
I crave the little things. A “good morning” text. Someone reaching for my hand in the middle of a crowded street. Someone who doesn’t see me as a burden, but as a partner. Someone who listens—not just to my words, but to the things I can’t always say out loud.
The truth is, I don’t need perfect. I don’t need grand gestures or fairy-tale promises. I just want someone real. Someone who can sit with me in silence and still make me feel understood. Someone who sees not only my strengths, but also my scars—and chooses me anyway.
Sometimes I wonder if love will ever find me. But other times… I feel hope. Because I know I have so much love to give. And maybe—just maybe—there’s someone out there searching for the same thing. Someone who is also tired of pretending. Someone who wants to build something lasting, hand in hand.
Until then, I’ll keep believing. I’ll keep waiting. Because deep down, I know love isn’t just for the lucky ones—it’s for me too.
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