The older I get, the more clearly I see that people are not looking for real intimacy. They are looking for confirmation of their value. 🥀

Sometimes it seems to me that I thought too much about being good for someone. 😔 A good daughter, a good friend, a good girlfriend. And at some point you realize that this does not make you happy. On the contrary, it leaves a void that no one can fill until you agree to be honest with yourself. 🌌

And so, you sit alone, drink tea and look at the people around you. They smile, hug, post photos, but what is inside? There is the same anxiety, the same uncertainty. And then the question arises: maybe love is not about another person at all? Maybe true love is when you stop demanding perfection from yourself and accept all your oddities, your fears, your strange habits? ☕️✨

But then another fear comes: what if I stop trying to be “normal” for others, will anyone even notice me? 🤷‍♀️ And it seems like I want to drop all the masks, but the habit of seeking approval is stronger. And this is scary. Because being alone is easier, but sometimes it’s so scary that there is no one to complain to about a bad day, no one to say “I'm afraid” and not be afraid that you will be judged. 😢

Perhaps loneliness is not a sentence. Perhaps it is a chance to finally hear yourself. 🌙 But how can you stop being afraid that when you stop playing someone else's role, you will be left completely alone? 🤔

And when you look at your life and relationships, don't you sometimes feel that we love the idea of ​​love more than the people themselves? ❤️‍🔥