Loving Me Shouldn’t Be the Hardest Thing You Do
I’ve always struggled with expressing how I feel. It’s not that the emotions aren’t there — they run deep. But when it comes to saying them out loud, everything gets tangled up. And sometimes, I wonder if this makes loving me harder than it should be.
I know we live in a world where vulnerability is often celebrated, where expressing your feelings is seen as a sign of strength. But what happens when you’re someone like me? Someone who feels intensely but can’t always find the words or the courage to say what’s on their mind?
I hope that loving me isn’t a puzzle to solve. I hope that you don’t have to spend too much time second-guessing, trying to decipher what I’m not saying, or wondering if my silence means something deeper. The truth is, it doesn’t. Silence for me is often just that — an inability to articulate, but never an absence of care.
What I want you to know is this: My love might be quiet, but it’s real. It’s in the way I listen when you speak, the way I remember the small things that matter to you, the way I show up, even when I don’t always have the right words.
I don’t want to be someone who’s hard to love. I don’t want you to feel like you’re carrying the weight of our connection on your shoulders. My hope is that in those moments when I fall short with words, you can feel the love I have for you in the spaces between.
Maybe I’ll never be the person who wears their heart on their sleeve. But if you can see the way I care, even in my silence, then maybe loving me won’t be as hard as I sometimes fear.
