HIM & HIS LOVE

Hey Bloggers! I am back with the virtual love life of the boy named as "HIM"

He doesn't think he will ever love the same way again.

He loved twice. The first time, he was left behind. The second time, he found something he could have loved forever -> something that felt rare, something that felt like home. But somehow, circumstances beyond them made a life together impossible. Not because the love wasn't strong enough, but because sometimes there are things in life that two people simply cannot fight alone.

And maybe that's what made him resent society so much.

It's strange how people are allowed to love, but not always allowed to choose how they live that love. There are invisible boundaries, expectations, rules and opinions that can turn something as simple as two people wanting a life together into something complicated. He hates that people are often expected to live according to what the world considers acceptable, rather than what genuinely makes them happy.

Still, his love for her was never about possessing her.

He just wants her to be happy, even if someday that happiness is with someone else. He remembers the smallest things and their conversations, the random moments, the little things she said that she probably doesn't even remember anymore. Somehow, every moment with her stayed with him.

Being around her made him feel safe. He could put down every filter, stop pretending, and just exist as himself. Somewhere along the way, she became a kind of home for him.

And perhaps that's the cruelest part.

Someone can feel like home, and yet you can still be unable to build a life with them.

Even now, a single message from her can bring him a strange sense of comfort. Maybe it's love, maybe it's attachment, maybe it's simply a habit that became too deeply rooted.

And habits are cruel. They don't disappear just because you know they should.

He feels like he has already given away whatever part of him knew how to love that deeply. He doesn't know if he can ever look at someone else and feel what he felt with her.

Because with her, he never had to be careful about who he was.

He was simply himself.

And maybe some people are not meant to stay forever. Maybe they are meant to become a part of you -> a part you carry quietly, even when life takes you somewhere else.

Some loves don't end.

They just become something you learn to live with.