Really
These days, it feels like words — “I like you,” “I miss you,” “I love you” — are spoken so lightly, like passing whispers in the wind.
What happened to the days when we took time to truly know one another?
When a simple conversation would spark a gentle flame,And only when both hearts quietly agreed, Did friendship blossom into something more.
That beautiful, slow dance of discovery — it seems to have slipped away.
Now, people rush — Diving headfirst into relationships Before their souls have had a chance to touch.
How can we truly know someone in mere days, or even months?
Maybe I’m asking for too much, or maybe my heart is still learning to heal.
After surviving my own storm — That darkest nightmare — I find myself wary, cautious, even bitter, When it comes to love’s fragile promise.
I don’t write these words for fleeting attention, But because, to me, Words like “I like you,” “I love you,” and “I miss you” Are sacred vessels of truth and feeling.
I only offer them when my heart aches with their meaning.
It still baffles me — how some voices toss these words so easily, Even whispering promises as deep as conversion, Yet their truth feels as fragile as glass.
I may sound like the skeptic — the “bad girl” — But forgive me if I can’t fully believe every tender word or vow.
It’s not about you.
It’s about the scars I carry,
The lessons learned, And a heart still learning how to trust again.
Right now, love is not my destination.
What I crave instead is quiet strength — Time to work, to grow, To savor life’s small joys,
Free from the weight of relationship drama.
Maybe one day, when the wounds have softened, And hope blooms again, I’ll be ready to listen to love’s gentle call.
But for now, I’ll cherish the calm — And let my heart find its own way home.
