Today, the emptiness feels heavier than usual.
It’s not that I’m unhappy. It’s not that something is wrong. It’s just this quiet longing that keeps sitting with me, no matter how busy I try to stay. 🌫️
Today, I miss being in a relationship.
I miss the kind gestures.
I miss feeling thought about.
I miss having my own person. 🤍
I miss the comfort of knowing someone is there and not out of obligation, but because they want to be. Someone who checks in without being asked. Someone who notices when my tone changes. Someone who feels like a safe place. 🫶🏽
And if I’m honest, I miss being in love. 💔➡️❤️
Not the messy kind.
Not the love that hurts more than it heals.
But the kind of love that feels calm. The kind that feels steady. The kind that doesn’t leave you questioning yourself. 🌱
Sometimes the emptiness isn’t about being alone, it’s about missing connection. Missing affection. Missing being chosen in the small, everyday ways. 🕊️
There are days when I’m proud of how independent I’ve become. And then there are days like today, when I wish I didn’t always have to be so strong. When I wish I could rest in someone else for a moment. 😔
And I’m learning that it’s okay to admit that.
Wanting love doesn’t make me weak.
Missing companionship doesn’t mean I’m lacking.
It just means my heart is still open. 💞
So today, I’m giving myself permission to feel this without judgment. I’m not rushing anything. I’m not settling. I’m just being honest with myself. ✨
The emptiness won’t always feel this way.
And when love finds me again, I want to meet it whole—not hardened. 🌸
If you’re feeling this too, please know you’re not alone. 🤍
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