I used to pray, if he’s not the one for me, please remove him from my life.
But lately my prayer changed, if he isn’t the one for me… guide him, grow him, and make him the one meant for me.
Because sometimes love isn’t about someone leaving.
Sometimes it’s about two people being shaped into who they’re meant to be.
btw in your 20's and 30’s you’ll start rediscovering the niche interests and hobbies you had as a kid. it’s very important you revisit them. your younger self was actually on to something.
okay… here goes;
my friend once told me that the strongest people are usually the ones who never got the love they deserved at the age they needed it most.
they grew up learning to be their own comfort. they became the ones who check on others because nobody checked on them.
they mastered resilience not because they wanted to be strong, but because every time they reached out,
no one reached back.
they laugh the loudest, because silence reminds them of every room they cried in alone. they give the best advice, because they had to heal themselves without directions.
they are soft, painfully soft even though life taught them hardness first.
and the saddest part?
you meet them today and think:
“wow, you’re so independent.” but you’ll never see the little kid inside who prayed for at least one person to choose them… and stay.
there are people you know right now who carry their entire world alone, and you will never notice until it crashes.
oh well, that’s none of your business.
but maybe it should be.🫶🏽
Consideration.
If you really love someone, you consider them. You think before you speak, and you move with an awareness of how your actions affect their peace. You care about what makes them feel safe, not just what makes you feel good. If you truly love them, you think about how your actions will affect them.
not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore