“Half-Loved (Unfolded)”

Sometimes we fall for someone who can never truly be ours, and it breaks us in places we didn’t even know existed. This piece is for the woman who’s ever loved deeply, waited silently, and questioned her worth in the face of someone else’s absence. May these words be a mirror and a reminder—you were always worthy of more…

I miss him.
More than I want to admit.
And it’s not just him—
it’s the space he filled,
the way he made me feel seen
in a world that often looks past me.

We talked like soulmates,
touched like lovers,
but lived like strangers
in the hours that didn’t belong to us.

He’s not mine.
And I knew that.
But some nights… I let myself forget.
Let myself believe
that chemistry was enough
to rewrite circumstance.

I’m tired of this ache.
Of always loving more.
Of giving my softness
to men with rough edges and closed hearts.

It’s not just him I’m grieving.
It’s the versions of me that keep showing up—
the hopeful girl,
the understanding woman,
the one who waits for messages
that might never come.

I want to be loved out loud.
In daylight.
In truth.
Not behind locked doors
or in borrowed time.

I want a love that shows up.
That sees all of me—
my mind, my heart, my body—
and chooses me anyway.

But tonight, I cry.
Not because I’m weak,
but because I’m strong enough
to finally feel it all.

And when I rise—
maybe not tomorrow,
maybe not next week—
but when I do…
I’ll rise softer,
wiser,
and harder to fool.

Because I know now:
I was never too much.
They were just never enough.

Healing doesn’t always look like strength—it looks like tears, reflection, and letting go of what was never meant to stay. But every time you choose yourself a little more, you rebuild the parts of you they couldn’t reach. And one day, love will come without conditions, without confusion. Until then, hold your heart like the treasure it is. You are learning, unlearning, and becoming.
And that is enough.

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