And then the question arises: is this even about love? Or about ego? 💔

It happens that we live for years with the illusion of reciprocity. You think: "Yes, he is just so reserved, does not know how to express feelings." But then you leave - and see that he can do it perfectly. He just did not want to before. Did not consider it necessary. After all, everything was at hand: warm messages, support, your laughter, your energy. And when you deprive him of this - the excitement of the hunter turns on.

I've always been amazed at why it takes an extreme to make someone see value in another. Why can't you notice a living heart next to you while it's still here? 💭

Sometimes I think: maybe it's our own fault? We try so hard to be convenient, understandable, caring that we stop being a mystery. And then we start to be perceived as a background. And no one notices the background until the lights go out.

I don't know where the truth lies. Maybe love really only manifests itself on the edge of loss. Or maybe it's not love at all, but dependence, fear, a habit of someone else's attention. But I understood one thing for sure: I no longer want to be someone who is appreciated after the fact.

Appreciate me here and now. Or don't appreciate me at all. 🌹

Natasha