Look. I know you’ve had relationships. You’ve felt love, you’ve been wanted, you’ve had moments where someone chose you. You’ve also had heartbreak, you’ve been lonely at times. I’m not saying that your pain wasn’t real. But there’s a big difference between being lonely for a while and never being loved at all.
When you’re single after a breakup, there’s still this quiet belief that love will come back. You’ve had proof that you’re someone people can fall for. You’ve been held. You’ve been kissed. You’ve been chosen.
For us here, that never happens. Ever.
No one has ever looked at us with desire. We’ve never had that kiss. We’ve never felt what it’s like to wake up next to someone who truly wants us. It’s a complete absence. A hole that’s always been there and keeps getting bigger.
And yes, I know you can imagine pain. People with empathy can picture what it’s like to be sad or alone. But there’s a limit to how much you can understand something you’ve never lived through. It’s like imagining what it’s like to be blind, or to lose a child. You can try to feel it, but the reality is deeper than what imagination allows.
And as the years go by, that emptiness gets heavier. Hope starts to fade. You look around and realize that everyone has at least one moment of being truly wanted. And you? You have nothing but a growing silence where those memories should be.
That’s what we mean when we say people can’t fully understand this unless they’ve lived it. It’s not just about being single. It’s about never being chosen, and the feeling that maybe you never will be.
When you’re single after a breakup, there’s still this quiet belief that love will come back. You’ve had proof that you’re someone people can fall for. You’ve been held. You’ve been kissed. You’ve been chosen.
For us here, that never happens. Ever.
No one has ever looked at us with desire. We’ve never had that kiss. We’ve never felt what it’s like to wake up next to someone who truly wants us. It’s a complete absence. A hole that’s always been there and keeps getting bigger.
And yes, I know you can imagine pain. People with empathy can picture what it’s like to be sad or alone. But there’s a limit to how much you can understand something you’ve never lived through. It’s like imagining what it’s like to be blind, or to lose a child. You can try to feel it, but the reality is deeper than what imagination allows.
And as the years go by, that emptiness gets heavier. Hope starts to fade. You look around and realize that everyone has at least one moment of being truly wanted. And you? You have nothing but a growing silence where those memories should be.
That’s what we mean when we say people can’t fully understand this unless they’ve lived it. It’s not just about being single. It’s about never being chosen, and the feeling that maybe you never will be.
