I've been alone. Long enough to miss that feeling—when someone cares about you. When someone notices you smile at a stranger. When someone texts at 11 PM simply, "Are you home yet?"

People around me tell me, "Find someone confident, calm, and uninhibited." And I nod. But inside, I think, "But I don't want someone calm. I want someone who cares." 🔥

I remember a friend's boyfriend was a little tense the whole evening because a colleague was making a joke at her expense. She laughed later as she told the story. And something inside me clenched—with envy, I guess. A quiet, honest envy.

I don't think mild jealousy is a weakness in a man. It's his way of saying, without words, "You're not ordinary to me. I'm afraid of losing you. You're important."

Indifference, which calls itself confidence, is, in my opinion, the loneliest feeling in a relationship. Worse than being alone. Because you're not alone, but still, no one really needs you. 😔

I'm single for now. And you know what—it's better to wait for someone who'll care. Someone who'll be jealous sometimes. Someone who'll whisper, "You're too beautiful today, you can't leave me," and smile. 💕

It's not toxic. It's just alive.

Or am I the only one who thinks that? 🙈