I Used to Believe in Fairytales
There was a time I believed love would come naturally — like in the movies, where someone appears at just the right moment and everything suddenly makes sense. I used to daydream about it, write about it, wait for it.

But somewhere between late nights alone and holidays spent in silence, that hope started to feel more like a fantasy than a future.

The Silence Got Comfortable
Being alone isn’t always sad. Sometimes it’s peaceful. You get used to your own space, your own rhythm. You learn how to take care of yourself. You build a life that doesn't depend on anyone else.

But that same peace can slowly harden into distance. It becomes easier to stay in than to go out. Easier to imagine rejection than to risk connection. And love—something once so vibrant—starts to feel out of reach.

I Want to Believe Again… But It’s Hard
Some days I still feel a flicker of that old hope. When I see an older couple holding hands. When I hear a song that stirs something in me. When a friend tells me they’ve found someone who really sees them.

And I wonder: Could that ever happen for me? I want to say yes. I really do. But after being alone for so long, even hope can feel heavy.

I Still Have Love to Give
Even if I’m unsure about love finding me, I know one thing for sure — I haven’t stopped loving. I love deeply, even from a distance. I care, I hope, I feel. And maybe that means I haven’t given up entirely. Maybe that means love still lives in me, quietly waiting for its moment.

If you’ve been alone for a long time, you’re not weak. You’re not unlovable. And you’re definitely not alone in how you feel. Love doesn’t always come when we want it to. Sometimes, it takes its time. Sometimes, it finds us only when we finally start to believe in ourselves again.

And maybe that’s where love begins—not in someone else showing up, but in us opening our hearts again, one small, brave step at a time.