Everyone romanticizes yearning
like it’s poetic and beautiful.
They don’t talk about the ache,
the sleepless nights,
the way your chest tightens
missing someone who isn’t yours.
Yearning isn’t aesthetic
it’s heartbreak that doesn’t end.
I won’t lie… sometimes it’s hard watching everyone around me find love so easily. Meanwhile I just want someone to take me serious. I pray that the love that deserves me finds me at the right time.
Let me keep it blunt: most women aren’t crying over the person. They’re crying over themselves. The effort they gave, the hope they held, the delusion they fell for, & the reminder that love hasn’t rewarded them back.
most women aren't crying over the man. they're crying over themselves. the effort they gave, the hope they held, the delusion they fell for, & the reminder that love hasn't rewarded them back.
He knows you're pretty. He knows you're smart. He knows you're loyal. He knows you're special. He knows everything you did for him. He just doesn't want you.