realization!!

Some people take the softest souls and make it hard rock. They push and push, testing limits, mistaking kindness for weakness. And when that sweetness turns bitter—when the hurt finally speaks—they call it crazy, call it toxic. They point fingers, forgetting they were the ones who lit the fire.

But here’s the reality: Every reaction has a root. Every flame starts with a spark. You can’t blame someone for defending what’s left of themselves, for refusing to be disrespected any longer. Sometimes, breaking is the only way to survive.

I used to think that love was about giving everything you have. So I gave it all—I showed up, I stayed late, I listened, I poured every part of me into something I thought would last. I believed that love meant holding nothing back, that if I just tried harder, stayed longer, maybe love would stay too. But love isn’t about exhausting myself to keep something alive. It isn’t about proving your worth or sacrificing and break into pieces, just to be enough.

Love is about growing together, and I was so busy trying to make it work that I didn’t see how I was falling apart. I convinced myself that I had to hold on tighter, that letting go meant failing. But the truth is, love isn’t a debt to be repaid or a battle to be won. It’s not something we can possess or force to stay. Love is more like laughter, like sunlight—beautiful in its existence, even if it fades.

So now, I don’t hold on so tightly. I give what I have, but I no longer beg love to stay. And if it leaves, then it was never mine to keep. Love should be a mutual journey of nurturing, understanding, and supporting each other. It should make you feel safe and valued, not empty and exhausted. Understanding this situation can lead to much deeper, more genuine relationship where both partners thrive and sing “I was also Enchanted to meet you too”. Cheers!!