You should know something about me…
I am a person who believes that to love, to lose, and to heal
is not just a cycle
it is life itself.
Every heartbreak, every tear, every quiet moment of mending
has carved me into who I am.
And because of that, I've learned one truth
I will never unlearn:
I do not beg for love.
I will not plead for someone
to see my worth.
I will not twist my heart
into knots,
just to fit into a space
I was never meant to belong.
Especially not for you.
Because if it is mine,
I will not have to chase it.
If it is written in my story,
I will not have to rewrite myself
to be enough for it.
And if it is not…
then no matter how much I want it,
it will slip through my fingers
like water I was never meant to hold.
I think you've noticed it,
the way I've stopped asking,
the way I've stopped hoping
for the kind of love that must be begged for.
Maybe once, I would've fought for it
but now?
Now I've made peace
with letting go of what was never mine.
Because love should not feel like a battlefield.
It should not demand I crawl,
or break,
or bruise myself to prove I'm worthy.
No… love, real love,
meets you halfway.
So if you cannot meet me there,
if you cannot stand in the middle
and take my hand without fear or pride,
I will not move an inch closer.
I've learned to save my steps for the one
who walks toward me too.