Sometimes the people you would’ve crossed oceans for won’t even take a single step over a puddle to meet you, and that truth stings in ways you don’t expect.
It’s not the distance that hurts—it’s realizing how little effort they were willing to make for something you poured your whole heart into. But somewhere in that hurt, a quiet shift happens. You start to see that love isn’t proven by how far you’ll go alone, but by how much someone is willing to walk with you. Devotion loses its meaning when it’s only coming from one side, and effort becomes exhausting when it’s never matched. And as painful as it is, you begin to reclaim your energy, your loyalty, your tenderness.
You learn to save your waves for people who don’t just stand on the shore admiring your depth, but for those who are unafraid to swim beside you when the tide gets rough—because real connection is built where both hearts meet in the middle.
I'm a big fan of the "GPS Theory" when you miss a turn, your GPS doesn't judge you, it recalculates. No matter how many detours you take, it finds another way forward. Life works like that too. You'll make mistakes, but your destination doesn't vanish. The route just changes.
Sorry if I don't reach out anymore. I'm fighting for my life, second guessing my career path, debating my life choices, scrolling through social media, and sleeping whenever I get free time just to escape reality.