Maybe the new love language is silence. It feels like we don’t talk anymore—we calculate. Hours pass before we send a message, and we’re told not to question why. We’ve turned love into a scoreboard of silence. Ghosting, we think, protects our pride. Hiding our feelings feels like self-preservation, but deep down, we know it’s not really protection—it’s just a shield.
Vulnerability is misunderstood as weakness, and consistency is seen as “boring.” The one who gives the least is somehow admired, but that’s not strength—that’s just playing it cool while avoiding connection.
We’ve grown afraid to care, to feel deeply. We'd rather wear the mask of being unbothered than face the messiness of honesty. But real strength? It’s being raw and real, without fear. It’s making someone feel safe, not lost in a sea of uncertainty.
I’m not here to fight for a spot in someone’s life. I want clarity. I want to build something beautiful, not chase something broken. I crave love that doesn’t feel like a performance or a game of guessing.
I want to be understood, not left unread. I’d rather be too much than be invisible. Maybe I’ll scare people away with my intensity, but I’d rather be loved for all that I am than quietly vanish into silence.
And one day, when I meet the right person, they’ll see me not as “too much,” but as everything they’ve been waiting for. Because sometimes, the deepest love is found in the most honest spaces. So, I’ll wait for the one who isn’t afraid to meet me there.
Vulnerability is misunderstood as weakness, and consistency is seen as “boring.” The one who gives the least is somehow admired, but that’s not strength—that’s just playing it cool while avoiding connection.
We’ve grown afraid to care, to feel deeply. We'd rather wear the mask of being unbothered than face the messiness of honesty. But real strength? It’s being raw and real, without fear. It’s making someone feel safe, not lost in a sea of uncertainty.
I’m not here to fight for a spot in someone’s life. I want clarity. I want to build something beautiful, not chase something broken. I crave love that doesn’t feel like a performance or a game of guessing.
I want to be understood, not left unread. I’d rather be too much than be invisible. Maybe I’ll scare people away with my intensity, but I’d rather be loved for all that I am than quietly vanish into silence.
And one day, when I meet the right person, they’ll see me not as “too much,” but as everything they’ve been waiting for. Because sometimes, the deepest love is found in the most honest spaces. So, I’ll wait for the one who isn’t afraid to meet me there.
True love isn’t in silence or games, it’s in honesty, clarity, and the courage to feel deeply
