What if love is not about a constant feeling of delight and unconditional harmony? What if love is about patience with yourself and others, about the ability to be there even when you want to run away? And so I look at my past relationships and realize that so many times I tried to squeeze myself into someone else's framework, adjusting my emotions to someone else's expectations. 😢

Sometimes it seems to me that loneliness is not a punishment. 🌙 It is an opportunity to hear yourself. To understand that I do not have to be a "second half" in order to be complete. And yet... sometimes I feel like comparing myself to others, seeing other people's "happy stories" and feeling like I'm falling behind. But what if happiness is not what people usually show? 🤔

I ask myself questions that have no right answer. Is it possible to truly love someone if you haven’t learned to love yourself? And if you love, but the relationship falls apart, does that mean you made a mistake or something in the world is wrong? 💔

But sometimes I’m afraid. I’m afraid that my choice to be alone will turn into a habit, and the habit into an eternal feeling of “missing something.” 😶‍🌫️ On the other hand, maybe we are looking for answers too early, too rushing to “be happy together,” instead of just living the moments.

And you know what’s strange? Sometimes loneliness seems scary, sometimes it’s the most honest feeling I have. 💫

Nata