What does it really mean to love someone? Is it the closeness of bodies, the sparkle in the eyes, or the ability to understand the unspoken? How often do we confuse love with understanding – and where do we get lost in this difference?
Love is an emotion that lifts us up, but at the same time exposes us. But understanding – that quiet, deep – is something entirely different. Just because someone has loved doesn't mean they've truly seen everything that was hidden behind the smiles.
Love is not always the same closeness
You loved me, or so you said. The words were full of warmth, and for a while I believed that was enough. But you loved that version of me that smelled of peace, of beauty, of something you yourself needed. But you didn't see me, that part of me that dissolved in silence amidst expectations.
Understanding would mean, to hear my silence. To sense how fatigue hides behind a smile, how eyes seek security, not confirmation. But your gaze remained in love, not discerning. And love without understanding It's like a song without a melody – it exists, but it doesn't touch the heart.
When emotions override silence
There were many moments when he could have seen more. When he could have just sat quietly next to me and listened to how I breathe, how I think, how I live. A Your emotions took you somewhere else. – to a world where love was measured by touches, not questions.
You loved your idea of me, not me. You loved the peace I brought you, not my storms, not my nights of doubt. And I allowed you this illusion, believing that one day it would sink into reality. But the reality came quietly, almost painfully – the realization that love without understanding eventually fades away, like sand slipping through your fingers.
To understand is to see without words
Understanding is not a question of learning, but of feeling. It is the ability to someone looks at you and understands what you need, before you even say it. It's about the courage to see what's not beautiful - the tears, the silences, the cracks. Love without that is like an unfinished sentence, a promise without meaning.
If you understood me, you would know that love for me was not a game of proximity, but space of safety. That sometimes I needed silence, not words; that my smiles sometimes hid fatigue. To understand is to see the whole – the light and the darkness., and accept them, without trying to fix them.
Sometimes love only survives in memory.
Now I know – you loved according to your ability. And that was not a little, but it was not enough. A love that does not see, does not listen, does not feel, cannot last. Perhaps we met to realize that loving does not always mean understanding, and that understanding often comes too late.
It remains herring – soft, gentle, almost nostalgic. A memory of something, which was true but incomplete. Perhaps that's where the beauty lies – that we learn from imperfection what it means to be visible.
And even though you loved me, you never truly understood. But today, looking back, I understand – myself, you, and that silent truth between us. Love is not enough if it cannot hear the heart.
