I Long for Your Love

There was a time I was so in love, so emotional, so vulnerable, so adorably naïve, that the world felt painted in pink and blue, a breathtaking blend of possibility and affection.

There were moments I allowed myself to fall so deeply that I believed he was the one, the one I would give my whole heart to, the one I would stand beside through anything.

There was a time when love felt so vivid, so consuming, that I would see him every time I closed my eyes, smile at the sound of his name, and blush at the thought of his kiss.

There were nights when love felt undeniably real, the warmth of his arms, the comfort of a shared breath, the calm in his voice that made me feel seen.

There were so many times I simply longed to see his face, to feel the closeness of his skin, to hear him speak with that steady mix of intellect and tenderness.

I used to pour my feelings out without restraint, texting, calling, needing to express the intensity of our connection. I believed that if I loved him fully, it would be enough for both of us.

But love alone isn't always enough.

Over time, reality unfolded in its own quiet way.

Perspective deepened.

Maturity taught me to validate my own emotions, to understand the difference between what I wanted to believe and what was actually true.

It was painful. It was humbling. But it was necessary.

Still, I refuse to abandon the part of me that feels deeply.

I believe in love that is aware and present, rooted in respect, emotional generosity, and growth.

I believe there is someone out there who will feel it too, someone who won’t shy away from love’s depth, but will meet it with openness and strength.

I know that not everyone sees love this way.

Some dismiss it, mock it, call it impractical.

But I don’t want to stop believing.

Love is the core of who I am. It makes me emotionally available, vulnerable, driven, compassionate. It inspires me to keep growing, keep hoping, and keep searching for the kind of partner who values connection as deeply as I do.

I’ve loved a few souls sincerely, only to discover that those connections were clouded by pain, misalignment, or fear. And still, I have no regrets.

The love I gave was real.

The reasons I left were real.

And through it all, I’ve never stopped believing in what love can be.

I long for the day when two people can show up for each other fully, to communicate honestly, grow together, and love freely, intellectually, emotionally, independently, and willingly.

I long for your love.