I think sometimes a person can be genuinely good, kind at their core, full of qualities you admire without effort, and yet not be your person. You look at them and deep down you know that their heart is pure, that their intentions are honest, but still feel something quietly misaligned. Maybe it's a feeling you can't explain, maybe it's the way love reaches you incomplete, not because they don't care, not because they don't love you but because they don't love in the way your soul understands. It's a soft disconnect, a mismatch of needs and timing, where no one is wrong and no one has failed. They are not unable to love, and you are not asking for too much; it's simply that what you seek and what they can give never quite meet in the middle. It's not that they aren't enough, and it's not that you are unwilling or ungrateful; it's simply that admiration cannot replace love, and goodness or kindness alone cannot create it. And in that realization lies a gentle truth, some people are meant to be admired, respected and wished well for what they are, not held onto. Not every good person is your person, and that's not a tragedy, it's just life being honest.