MAN. IT HURTS IN A WAY YOU CAN'T EXPLAIN🖤 There comes a point where you quietly accept that maybe the safest place for your heart. is with yourself. You start noticing your age, your patterns, your wounds - and you realise that finding someone genuinely ready to build a life with you feels rarer than ever. People these days are either buried in their own ego, still healing from someone they can't let go of, or circling your life just enough to keep you hopeful. but never enough to choose you. They want your energy, your softness, your presence - but not the commitment that comes with it. And it's heartbreaking to see how normal toxicity has become. How "bare minimum" is treated like effort. How being single sometimes feels like the only way to protect your peace, your sanity, your heart. Modern love feels almost impossible. Honesty is rare. Consistency is rare. Communication feels like a luxury instead of a basic expectation. But the part that stings the most? Knowing exactly what you bring to the table. and still feeling like you've never met someone who has a table worthy of your offering.