Conversation with my heart..
"I’m afraid," I said.
"Afraid of what?" My heart asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"I'm afraid of the day when I no longer feel restless in his absence. When his distance no longer unsettles me."
She frowned, searching for meaning in my words.
"I mean," I continued, "those who truly love can never be at peace in separation. They don’t find comfort in knowing their beloved is too busy, too preoccupied, too unreachable. Love doesn’t make excuses. It doesn’t accept distractions. Love craves presence—always, every moment."
She listened intently..
"True love," I whispered, "demands to be felt. It does not settle for being an option, nor does it tolerate indifference.
Once it grows tired of fighting and settles-What was once love has now become habit. The passion has dulled. The urgency has disappeared. And when that happens... love ceases to exist."
My eyes well up, the weight of my words settling deep within my heart as she listens.
"That’s why I fear," I confessed. "I fear the day when his absence no longer aches. When I stop missing him. When I stop fighting for his time, his attention, his love."
My heart beats steadily, as if she understood.
"You think I fight because I don’t understand him," I continued, a bitter smile playing on my lips. "But the truth is, I fight because I love him. I argue because I care. I beg for his time because I need him. The day I stop fighting, the day I go silent—that is the day he will have lost me."
Silence settled between us, heavy and unspoken.
"Love is not just about feeling," I said finally. "It’s about recognizing its worth. And not leaving that love unattended and starved.
Love- once lost, never returns the same. So, cherish the ones who love you before life teaches you the cost of their absence.
