I’ve come to realise something here… there is no true love on this site. What most people call “love” is just lust. They stay for a few days, maybe a few months, and then move on to the next person—leaving behind only broken emotions.
The Love I Dreamed, But Never Got
“Sometimes, the deepest love is the one you never get.”
I never longed for fairy tales, only for a love real enough to touch My wounds and gentle enough to heal them.
A love where My silence wouldn’t be questioned, but understood. Where My chaos wouldn’t scare them away, but make them hold Me closer.
I dreamt of someone who could see through My guarded eyes, someone who would recognize the little girl behind the lioness.
A love that wasn’t about forever promises, but about being present in the now—fully, completely, without fear of tomorrow.
But what I gave in dreams, I never received in reality. Life showed Me reflections of love, not the essence of it.
Sometimes, the deepest pain is not losing someone—but never having them in the first place.
I walk this world carrying a love that never existed outside of Me… yet feels more real than anything I’ve lived.
I never wished for a perfect love, only a pure one. A love that sees Me—beyond My strength, beyond My flaws.
The kind of love that holds Me like home, where silence speaks, and presence heals. ️
I dreamt of someone who wouldn’t fear My fire, but would dance with it. Someone who wouldn’t tame My storms but stand with Me through them.
A love where every scar is kissed, every tear is understood, and every laugh feels eternal.
But life had other plans… it gave Me lessons instead of love, memories instead of forever.
Maybe some loves are meant to be dreams, not realities—to remind Us that Our hearts can carry a depth the world may never match.
And even if I never got that love, I’ll always carry the beauty of what I wished for—because sometimes, dreams are enough to keep Us alive.
Some dreams don’t come true, yet they remain the most beautiful part of Us.
They don’t come to understand your soul, they come only to play with your heart. And when they leave, you are left questioning yourself, wondering if the love you dreamed of even exists.
But I believe real love is never like that. Real love doesn’t come and go with time. It doesn’t use you, it doesn’t play with your feelings. Real love stays. It holds your scars, your silence, your chaos—and still chooses you every single day.
Maybe such love is rare, maybe it’s not found here… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Until then, we hold on to our dreams, because even if people fake love, our hearts know what true love should be. And one day, someone who values that will find us.
