🌹🌹The Kind of Love That Hurts to Hope For🌹

🌹Sometimes I wonder if real love even exists, the kind that makes your heart ache, not from pain, but from being so full, so alive, so deeply connected that it feels like home.

That’s the love I long for. Not just surface affection or casual attention, but the kind of love that doesn’t waver when life gets hard. The kind that feels safe and passionate at the same time.

I'm still married, but seperated and that makes this even harder.. On one hand, the marriage is no longer alive—it’s just a tie on paper. On the other hand, it feels like a shadow that follows me everywhere!

I just want to be seen and loved as a woman again. But here’s my struggle… too many times, I’ve met men who seemed to understand that longing, only to use it for their own agendas. They pull me in with the sweetest words, say everything I’ve been yearning to hear, and for a while I start to believe. I let myself hope.

And then the truth comes out—their words weren’t about love at all. And I’m left with the same emptiness I tried so hard to escape.
It leaves me asking: why is it so easy for them to play on something so deep and sacred?🌹