And here he is - a man who carries you in his arms, ready to listen for hours, remember how you drink coffee and what movie you cried in as a child... And you - look past. Where someone completely different lives: cold, unpredictable, sometimes even cruel. But it is he who steals your attention, thoughts, feelings. Why is love so cruel and illogical?
Why does the heart not respond to sincere affection, but burns from those who are distant and even inaccessible?
Isn't this a mockery?
Love is not always logical. It does not choose from a list:
☑ kindness
☑ stability
☑ loyalty
☑ care
... and that's it, done: I fell in love! No. She is capricious, like a cat, and goes where she feels... magnetism.
Sometimes - into toxicity. Sometimes - into impossibility. Sometimes - into destruction.
And it seems that love is deliberately staging this performance:
"Here he is, the one who loves you... but you can't. But here is the one who is indifferent - and you are crazy!"
Maybe it's not about love?
Maybe this "mockery" is not from love, but from fear?
- Fear of real intimacy.
- Fear of being happy (yes, this happens).
- Or fear that "it's too good to be true", and you subconsciously sabotage it.
Or maybe... you're just not ready. Or he is not the one - even if he loves.
Questions to yourself:
- Why can't I love someone who tries so hard for me?
- What do I feel next to him: guilt, boredom, anxiety? Or... warm, but without a spark?
– Am I afraid he'll leave, or afraid he'll stay?
Love is not a deal. It's chemistry, depth, choice.
And yes, it often laughs at us.
But perhaps the truth is hidden in this mockery:
Love is not a duty. It's a miracle.
And you can't force it.