Little echoes of my heart
Have you ever felt that sting when people leave, just when you finally start to trust them? Like the universe is testing you, breaking you again and again — making the ones you cared for turn away, or worse, hate you. That kind of hurt doesn’t just bruise the heart, it eats away at your happiness. It leaves you asking, “Why me? Why can’t I ever find someone who truly sees me?”
I’ve never really felt love — not in friendships, not from family. Every broken bond has left me questioning myself. Childhood was filled with miseries, teenage years being spent with endless doubts. I was the one crying alone at night, whispering prayers to God, begging Him to take me away. That’s when I realized how deeply lonely I was… how much I craved the warmth of someone’s touch.
But life showed me something different. I saw love not in people, but in the silent presence of God. I felt it in the innocent eyes of animals who gave me the affection I had longed for. Maybe it was never human love I truly wanted, but kindness — the pure kind that doesn’t leave.
Yet, even with God’s love holding me, there’s still a part of me that longs for human connection. That craving doesn’t just disappear. And maybe that’s the hardest part — learning to accept both the ache of loneliness and the quiet comfort that God has been with me all along.
