Sometimes, I wonder if love was ever meant to heal, or if it was designed to test how much pain a heart can endure before it breaks. You grow up believing in fairy tales—two people meet, fall in love, and the world around them becomes a blur. But no one tells you that in reality, love isn’t just about butterflies and long walks. It’s about adjusting, accepting, doubting, hurting… and yet staying.
I used to think love would bring peace. But what it really brought was layers of emotions that I wasn’t ready for. The moment you start loving someone, you unknowingly sign up for jealousy, fear, expectations, and sometimes, heartbreak. It doesn’t even have to be something big. Just watching her talk to someone else, even casually, hurts. You tell yourself not to overthink, but your heart never listens. And slowly, anger creeps in—not because she did something wrong, but because you’re afraid she might stop choosing you.
Then comes the pressure—the invisible weight of responsibility. You want to be her safe space, her peace, her person. But when your mind is constantly battling with questions like “Is she really into me?”or “Why is she not replying the way she used to?”, the burden starts to grow heavier.
What truly destroys everything, though, is the doubt born from today’s reality. Relationships now often come with secret texts, disappearing stories, half-hearted explanations, and the ever-present possibility of someone else. It’s not even about cheating in the traditional sense anymore. Emotional intimacy with someone else, those late-night deep talks, those harmless flirty exchanges—sometimes they’re more hurtful than anything physical. Because they show where the heart truly is.
And when it does get physical—whether by mistake, confusion, or casual choice—it leaves a scar that doesn’t heal. The person who loved purely feels like their soul has been crushed. It’s not just betrayal; it’s a feeling of worthlessness, of being discarded after giving everything. And in that helplessness, they start destroying themselves—emotionally, mentally, sometimes even physically. They overthink every interaction, start believing they were never enough, and lose the ability to trust again.
That’s the real tragedy of modern love. Not that it ends—but that it leaves people damaged beyond recognition.
And yet, despite knowing all of this, we still crave it. We still hope. Maybe because somewhere deep down, we believe that love can be different. That maybe, just maybe, someone will hold our heart gently, not use it as a stepping stone to the next thrill.
Until then, some of us keep breaking quietly. Hoping, hurting, and healing… all at once.
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