Chapter 1 Midnights Monday
2:00Am (He was lost in thoughts and only his pen could express his feelings)🦋🩵
He wasn't a bad person... he just didn't know how to love me in the way I needed. And that's a hard thing to accept. Because I do believe he cared. I do believe he tried—just in the ways he understood. But it always felt like we were speaking two different emotional languages. Like we were in the same relationship... but experiencing it completely differently.
It wasn't about effort. It was about alignment. The way I needed reassurance, presence, and
understanding... didn't come naturally to him. And the way he showed love... didn't fully reach me. And that doesn't make him wrong. It just means we were different. Because sometimes people can only love from where they are— from their level of healing, awareness, and emotional capacity. And even if the intention is real... it still might not be enough for someone who needs something deeper or different. That doesn't make either person the villain. It just means the connection wasn't built to hold both people fully. And that's a painful realization... but also an important one. Because not everyone comes into your life to stay.
Some people come to show you what love can feel like— and what it shouldn't.
And through that, you learn something important: Love isn't supposed to feel like you have to translate yourself just to be understood. It's supposed to meet you where you are. And the right kind of love... will just get you.. No matter how big or small you are. But how can such love locate you when the world already shows you a lesson you weren't ready to learn.
