Hey there,
Think about when you really care about something, like a little plant someone gave you. It’s a small thing, but it feels important. You want it to grow, to be healthy. You want to do everything right for it.
So, you give it water. Every day, maybe even twice. You want to make sure it has enough. You want it to know you’re looking after it. You want to see it happy and green.
But then, you start to notice something. The leaves aren’t reaching up anymore. They’re kind of hanging down, and the color isn’t as bright. You keep watering, thinking it must be thirsty. You’re trying so hard.
And then, someone gently tells you that sometimes, too much water can actually hurt. That the roots can’t breathe. That even though you mean well, you might be giving too much. It makes you think about when you love someone. Really love them. You want to give them everything you have. Your time, your thoughts, your heart. You want them to feel safe and loved. You want to be there for them, always.
You try your best. You’re always checking in, always wanting to help, always wanting to show how much you care. You pour all your feelings into it. But what if, sometimes, that feels like too much? What if, even though your heart is in the right place, it feels like a weight? Like there’s not enough room to just be?
It’s a hard thing to realize. That maybe your way of loving, as much as it comes from a good place, isn’t always what the other person needs. Maybe they need a little more space, a little more quiet time to themselves. And sometimes, even when you care so much, things don’t work out. The connection you hoped for just… fades. It leaves you feeling a bit lost, wondering what happened. You think back to all the moments, trying to understand.
And then, a quiet thought might come. Maybe, even though you cared deeply, you weren’t quite the right fit for each other. Maybe your hearts just needed different things, different ways of growing. It doesn’t mean anyone did anything wrong. It just means that sometimes, paths go in different directions. Like that little plant that needed different soil or a different kind of light than you could give.
So, you’re left with a quiet feeling. A feeling of sadness, maybe, but also a feeling of understanding. That love is about giving, but it’s also about seeing what someone truly needs. And sometimes, the most loving thing you can do is to let go, even when it hurts, because maybe it just wasn’t meant to be your plant to grow.
With love,
Atreidus.
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