r/u_softlypatched

I’m not settling when it comes to love. 💚

I used to think love meant accepting whatever somebody was willing to give me, even if it wasn’t enough. 😔

Half effort. Mixed signals. Empty promises. “I’m trying” with no actual change. 💔

But I’m realizing I don’t want love that makes me beg to be chosen. I don’t want love where I have to shrink myself just to keep somebody comfortable. I don’t want love that only shows up when it’s convenient. 🚶🏽‍♀️✨

I want love that feels safe. Love that communicates. Love that respects me even when we disagree. Love that chooses me out loud, not just in private. Love that doesn’t make me question my worth every other day. 🫶🏽💚

And honestly? I’d rather be alone than keep settling for almost-love. 🌿

Because wanting real love doesn’t make you needy. Having standards doesn’t make you difficult. Knowing what you deserve doesn’t mean you’re asking for too much. 👑

It just means you finally stopped betraying yourself for somebody else’s comfort. 🤍

Have y’all ever had to walk away from someone because they loved you, but not the way you needed? 👀💬

If I say I love you, I don’t just mean the cute version.

I mean I love you when you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

I love you when you’re quiet and I know something is bothering you.

I love you when you’re being dramatic over food, because honestly… same.

I love you when you annoy me, even though I will absolutely pretend I’m not smiling.

When I say I love you, I mean:

I choose you on the easy days.

I choose you on the hard days.

I choose you when we’re cuddled up being cute.

And I choose you when we’re both hungry, irritated, and acting like picking dinner is a life-or-death decision.

You are my peace and my chaos.

My favorite notification.

My favorite person to bother.

My soft place in a world that be doing too much.

So if I ever say I love you, just know it’s not small.

It means:

“Come here.”

“Be safe.”

“I got you.”

“Eat something.”

“Text me when you get there.”

“And unfortunately, you’re stuck with me.” ❤️😭

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I had this thought and it honestly messed me up.

What if some people don’t really pass away from sickness, old age, bad luck, or a “broken heart”?

What if they pass because the person their soul was tied to already left this world?

Like… imagine every person is born with an invisible thread connected to their true soulmate. Not someone they dated. Not someone they forced themselves to love. Not someone who looked good on paper.

Their real one.

The person their soul recognized before their body ever did.

And maybe most people never know. Maybe your true soulmate is across the world. Maybe they speak another language. Maybe they live a completely different life. Maybe you pass them one time in a grocery store and both of you feel something strange, but neither of you understands why.

Then one day, they die.

And something inside you changes.

You don’t know why you feel heavier.

You don’t know why the world suddenly feels quieter.

You don’t know why your favorite food tastes bland, or why sleep feels like the only place you can breathe.

Doctors say stress.

Family says depression.

Friends say you’ll be okay.

But your soul knows.

Your other half went somewhere you can’t follow yet.

So it starts pulling.

Not all at once. Not dramatic like the movies. Just slowly. Softly. Quietly.

You start feeling homesick for a place you’ve never been.

You start missing someone you never met.

You start crying at songs you don’t remember hearing.

You dream of hands you never held, eyes you never looked into, a voice calling your name like it has known you forever.

And maybe that’s why some people seem to fade after losing someone.

Maybe it isn’t weakness.

Maybe love is not just an emotion. Maybe it’s gravity.

Maybe when your soulmate dies, death doesn’t come for you immediately.

It waits.

It gives you time to finish your goodbyes.

Time to hug your family.

Time to pretend you’re okay.

Time to leave behind little pieces of yourself so people won’t feel the full weight of your absence.

Then one day, you’re tired.

Not sleepy.

Soul tired.

And you finally stop fighting the pull.

People say, “At least they’re at peace now.”

But maybe peace was a person.

Maybe heaven isn’t clouds, angels, or golden gates.

Maybe heaven is turning around and seeing the face your soul has been searching for your entire life.

And maybe the saddest part is this:

Some people spend their whole life grieving someone they never even got to meet.