01/02/2026
I used to believe love was real in the way people believe in home—that there was a place, or a person, where you could finally rest without being afraid of being left behind. But the more I trusted, the more I realized how easily “forever” turns into silence when things get uncomfortable. People swear they’ll stay when it’s easy to stay, when feelings are light and moments are soft, but the second love asks for patience, effort, or honesty, they start looking for exits. You end up carrying promises that were never meant to be kept, replaying words that sounded sincere but were only true in the moment. After a while, love stops feeling like something sacred and starts feeling like a gamble where you’re always the one paying the price. So you learn to lower your expectations, not because you’re heartless, but because believing too deeply keeps costing you pieces of yourself. You don’t stop wanting love—you just stop trusting that it will want you back in the same way.
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