Love feels like something meant for other people
There are days when I hear a love song and wish someone had thought of me while listening to it. Not just casually, but deeply. The kind of love where someone looks at you and quietly decides that you are enough for them. Sometimes it hurts knowing that no one has loved me that way yet. It makes me wonder if I will ever be the person someone chooses without hesitation.
So I keep myself busy instead. I fill my days with small and ordinary things because they distract me from the emptiness. I work, I study, I listen to music, I scroll through endless moments that do not really mean anything. And somehow, life continues like that.
Maybe this is all I can do for now ; survive quietly, carry this ache softly, and hope that one day love will stop feeling like something made only for other people.