Still Writing About Love

I told myself I was going to stop writing about love, yet here I am, writing about love again. 🤧

Today, I was speaking with a friend, and we somehow drifted into a conversation about Valentine’s Day and how I felt about it. In the middle of the conversation, he said something that struck me. He said, “You want love, but you don’t want to place yourself in a position to be loved.”

At that moment, his words didn’t make much sense to me. I simply laughed it off, partly because I didn’t want to explain myself or dwell too much on the topic.

But later, as I went about my day, his words returned to me. And I realized something. Yes, I want to be loved. In fact, I deeply, genuinely want to be loved. I love love. But wanting love doesn’t mean I have to accept just any kind of love that comes my way.

Sometimes, love isn’t just enough. Wanting to be loved doesn’t mean I should settle for the bare minimum. I want intentionality. I want effort. I want actions that match the words, not love that is only spoken and never shown.

I don’t want love just because everyone else is in love or in relationships. I don’t want love that depends on constant reassurance or validation to feel secure. I want the kind of love that feels like shelter, like shade on a hot day. The kind that feels safe, calm, and grounding.

I want a connection built on depth, understanding, and emotional presence, the kind that doesn’t need to be loud to be real.

And maybe that’s why I keep writing about love. Because I’m not searching for just any love. I’m waiting for the right kind.

Thehalfsaidthings ❤️