i tried to believe that this was just his way of lovingthe moments that made me question my worth I tried to believe that this was just his way of loving— that the distance, the silence, the moments that made me question my worth were simply how his heart knew how to speak. I told myself that not everyone loves loudly, that maybe care could exist in the spaces where reassurance was missing. So I stayed patient, translating his actions into something softer, something kinder, hoping that if I just understood him enough, it would start to feel like love to me too. But somewhere along the way, I realized that love shouldn't feel like something you have to convince yourself of. It shouldn't leave you guessing or shrinking or wondering if you're asking for too much just to feel seen. I wanted to believe in his way of loving, but I'm learning that I deserve a kind of love that doesn't need to be explained away—one that feels steady, certain, and safe without question.