Drenched in Love, Dying in Silence

Loving someone deeply is like planting a garden in the heart, you water it daily, tend it gently, speak to it in whispers of hope. You watch for signs of growth, you anticipate blossoms. But what happens when your love is sunlight and water, and the person you give it to barely notices the garden is growing? There’s a unique kind of ache that comes from loving someone who loves you too, but shows it with a cold distance. It’s not the absence of love that stings the most,  it’s the neglect. The way they are busy with everything but you. The way their attention is scattered across the hours, while you wait at the center, empty-handed, still holding all your love for them. You tell yourself, "He loves me." And he does in his own way. But his way forgets your love language, forgets that love isn't just spoken, it’s shown. He says he’s tired. He says life is weighing him down. You understand of course you do, but even understanding gets weary when it’s never met halfway. It’s the nonchalance that slices deepest. Not malice. Not betrayal. Just indifference wrapped in routine. The casual way he forgets to call. The way you’re left on read. The way you beg for crumbs of his time while he devours hours for everyone else. You ask for presence, and you get a ghost. And yet, you stay. Because he does love you, doesn’t he? In the way he still calls you "mine." In the way he kisses your forehead when he remembers to. In the way he shows up… eventually. You remember the good days like warm lights in a long tunnel. You cling to them. But true love , deep love, cannot thrive where it is always reaching, always giving, and rarely receiving. You feel yourself disappearing. Not dramatically, but slowly. Silently. You stop asking for his time because rejection is too loud in the quiet. You stop explaining your hurt because he sees it as overreaction. And so, you love him in silence. Loud in your heart, quiet on your lips. That’s the worst kind of heartbreak, the one that happens while you're still together. You begin to wonder: is love enough when effort is missing? When understanding is one-sided? When care feels like an obligation instead of a desire? And yet… you stay. Because you love him. But maybe one day, love will ask for its own return. Maybe one day, you’ll choose peace over patience. Maybe one day, someone will show you that love isn’t supposed to feel like waiting in the rain for someone who promised sunshine. But until then, you’ll keep loving. Drenched. Loyal. Breaking. Still hoping.

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