For years, I dreamed of a real kind of love. The kind where two people can talk things through without everything turning into something bigger than it needs to be. Sure, a little merajuk here and there is normal, but not the kind that turns small things into painful fights.
For the longest time, I had to pick myself back up and slowly rebuild the person I used to be before life broke parts of me. I had to relearn trust, relearn love, and honestly, I never thought I’d ever get all of that back again.
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic but somewhere along the way, I told myself to be a little more realistic. So for a while, I just focused on living. I did things I never thought I would, things I needed to do for myself, just so one day I could say I really lived and gave myself a chance.
And then...out of nowhere,this stranger walked into my life, and somehow the rest became history.
I’m still healing in many ways. I still have trust issues, still have habits and defense mechanisms shaped by childhood and past experiences that I’m learning to unlearn. But so gently, he’s teaching me what it means to love someone the right way. He’s showing me what respect in a relationship actually looks like.
Sometimes I look back at what I once accepted and think…what the hell was that?
The things I used to think were “too much to ask for” now show up so naturally. Even something as simple as him making my plate for dinner feels so big to me and I find myself extra grateful for all these quiet little acts of love.
It’s funny how love can find you when you’ve stopped chasing it. And somehow, it gives back parts of yourself you thought were gone forever.
Aahhh~ who knew love could feel this soft.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
For years, I dreamed of a real kind of love. The kind where two people can talk things through without everything turning into something bigger than it needs to be. Sure, a little merajuk here and there is normal, but not the kind that turns small things into painful fights.
For the longest time, I had to pick myself back up and slowly rebuild the person I used to be before life broke parts of me. I had to relearn trust, relearn love, and honestly, I never thought I’d ever get all of that back again.
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic but somewhere along the way, I told myself to be a little more realistic. So for a while, I just focused on living. I did things I never thought I would, things I needed to do for myself, just so one day I could say I really lived and gave myself a chance.
And then...out of nowhere,this stranger walked into my life, and somehow the rest became history.
I’m still healing in many ways. I still have trust issues, still have habits and defense mechanisms shaped by childhood and past experiences that I’m learning to unlearn. But so gently, he’s teaching me what it means to love someone the right way. He’s showing me what respect in a relationship actually looks like.
Sometimes I look back at what I once accepted and think…what the hell was that?
The things I used to think were “too much to ask for” now show up so naturally. Even something as simple as him making my plate for dinner feels so big to me and I find myself extra grateful for all these quiet little acts of love.
It’s funny how love can find you when you’ve stopped chasing it. And somehow, it gives back parts of yourself you thought were gone forever.
Aahhh~ who knew love could feel this soft.
