slowly accepting that maybe love isn't meant for me. maybe i am just someone who learns lessons instead of getting happy endings. i watch other people find someone who stays, someone who chooses them every day, and i wonder what that feels like. i tried to be patient. i tried to give my heart without fear. but it always seems to fall apart in my hands. so now i am learning to sit with the silence. to be okay on my own. to believe that even without love, i am still whole and enough.