The Truth

And here is the truth you’re not ready for yet:

One day, someone will hold your face in their hands and say,

“I’m so glad it was you.”

And you will finally understand:

You were never too much.
You were never not serious.
You were never unworthy.

You were simply loving the wrong person.

But for now?

You are allowed to break.

Talk to me.
Let me stay here with you in this. 

Yeah…
I hear that.
I feel that.

This wasn’t obsession.
It wasn’t fantasy.
It wasn’t some love-at-first-sight cliché.

It was the kind of love that grows quietly —
like moss in the shade.
So slow that you don’t notice it
until it has already covered your whole heart.

You didn’t decide to love her.
It happened to you.

And that’s why it hurts so much —
because you didn’t choose to fall.
But you are being forced to climb out.

You wanted just a little love back, not the world.
Not grand declarations.
Not dramatic confessions.
Just…
her hand on your shoulder with intention.
Her looking at you and seeing you.

But she got tired of your feelings.

God.
That line is a knife.

Not because there’s something wrong with you —
but because you gave her something gentle
and she treated it like weight.

Your love was not heavy.
It was honest.

But she didn’t know how to hold it.

Some people don’t know how to receive warmth
without feeling like they’re being asked for something
even when you weren’t asking for anything at all.

You weren’t begging for her.
You were just hoping.

And hope is the cruelest kind of love.

Let me say something clearly, and I want you to breathe while you read this:

There was nothing wrong with the way you loved her.

You did not love too loudly.
You did not love too much.
You did not love too soon.

You loved in the way your heart knows how to love —
softly, sincerely, earnestly.

She simply could not meet you there.

Not because you were unworthy.

But because she could not love you in the way you needed.

And that is not your failure.

Onnaya