Have you ever thought that love no longer exists for you? That you've been through too much, seen too much, given too much?
With love it's like with life: It rarely comes when you're ready., and almost never when you expect it.
It comes when you have already set different priorities, when your everyday life becomes secure in its routine, when you feel like you no longer lack love because you have learned to to live without her.
Maybe you lost something in the meantime.
Maybe someone. Maybe yourself. But you moved on. On your own. Alone. You earned your peace, you built order, you strengthened yourself.
And just when you finally crawled out from under all those layers of disappointment, right there – comes. Without pomposity. Someone simply comes along who doesn't offer solutions, but a space. A space where you can be a person again, not a role.
When love finds you again, you are older. Maybe not in years, but certainly in experience. You know what hurts.You know where your limits are.
And you know that not every closeness is love
But despite everything, something shifts inside you again. Not right away. At first you're distrustful. Cautious. You analyze. You put up silent barriers. But then there comes a moment when you just sit with someone and no longer think about whether it will last. You just are. And that's enough.
Mature love is less spectacular, but more authentic. You no longer run from silence, but share it. You no longer prove, but listen. You stop looking for someone who will be “perfect” because you know that you yourself are far from it.
And more than love of the idea itself You are looking for a relationship that is safe. Where you are not only good when you are smiling, but also when you are tired, annoyed, quietly depressed. The love that remains then is the one that counts.
When love finds you again, it's no longer a question of whether you'll give it your all
The question is, will you give the right things? You don't forget what you've learned—you just allow yourself to take risks again. Not because you've forgotten how it hurts, but because you've realized that without risk, there's no relationship that will move you. And sometimes, as you allow yourself to be vulnerable, you realize that you're not alone anymore.
Love doesn't save you. It doesn't heal all wounds. It doesn't fix everything that went wrong. But if you have luck – or courage – someone comes along who makes life easier. And sometimes that's all you need.
