U sent ..that u hope I meet someone who spks my language so that I needn't spend eternity translating my soul..
I know you sent that reel with warmth, maybe even care, but it still stung a little...because it felt like you were quietly wishing me a kind of love you already feel you can’t give. I get it, though. I’ve stopped expecting a yes. I just have a strange mix of love and peace, and the quiet hope that someday, difference won’t scare you the way it does now. That willingness to understand the other person is half the battle won in itself. Similarity is comfort but difference brings depth, donno if u can ever grow into appreciating it