“My mother told me that not all love is fulfilled. She also said that love is not for everyone.”
I laughed when I heard that as a child. If someone wants love from the heart, then distance, lack, or fear cannot be obstacles. Back then, I believed everything is possible with love. If someone truly wants it, they can find a way to be together. I thought love meant staying together until the end.
But life has shown me otherwise. Real life is not like a story.
A man entered my life simply. There was no dramatic beginning. Through our conversations, he became a part of my day. A message from him would lift my spirits, and if I didn’t talk to him for a whole day, I felt uneasy. I grew accustomed to his smile, his frustration, and his silence. Gradually, he became a habit for me.
We talked about the future, but nothing grand—that was not our style. We dreamed small dreams, like being together, laughing together, and just being by each other’s side. I believed those small desires would someday come true. We made up stories about the future. I thought this is how life would be. But I didn't realize then that while dreaming is easy, keeping a dream can be tough.
As time went on, things began to change. His life got busy, and I learned to wait. We didn’t talk as we used to. I waited while he was preoccupied. The more I wanted to understand, the quieter he became. I sensed his distance. I didn’t understand then that silence is the hardest challenge in love. Slowly, I learned that love cannot be carried alone.
The hardest part was that neither of us wanted to hurt the other. But still, it hurt. Neither of us was bad; our paths, our timing, and our realities just didn’t match. As time passed, we grew quieter, and our love began to fade.
One day, we talked but felt no connection. That’s when I realized that if you don’t end a relationship, you only hurt yourself more. I was trying alone, burying my feelings to keep the relationship going. Then I asked myself—should love feel this way?
Many days have passed. Sometimes I still think of him. A song, a night, or an old memory can suddenly make my heart ache. But now, there’s no anger mixed with the pain; only a quiet acceptance remains.
I understand now that lost love does not mean defeat. Some love enters our lives just to make us stronger, to help us learn about ourselves.
Mother was right—not all love is fulfilled. Some love lingers only as a memory. Maybe those memories help us become more human.