Why does fate so love to test those who truly love? Why is it that the more we long to see our loved one, the more we long to be close, the more obstacles arise along the way?

Sometimes it seems as if life itself is playing a strange game with us: you make plans, you dream, you wait for the moment to meet, but circumstances seem to deliberately put up barriers—work, distance, fatigue, illness, chance...

And it's not without reason.
I think fate does this not to punish us, but so that we prove to ourselves and each other how strong our feelings are.

I observed this in the example of a neighbor I know.

She was dating someone with whom, every time they planned to meet, something got in the way: either transportation was slow, or illness, or unforeseen events. It seemed pointless... but she used to say, "Every obstacle makes me stronger, every small victory over circumstances is proof that we need each other."
And in the end, they found a way to be together, and their meeting was so fulfilling that it was worth all those trials.

I think true love isn't just about feelings, but also about patience, about the willingness to overcome difficulties for the sake of the one you love.
And the more difficult the path, the more you appreciate the moments together.

Sometimes I think all these obstacles are little tests, so we can prove to ourselves and each other how genuine our feelings are...