Laziness can kill love

I realized that a person can’t really love another properly if they don’t know how that person wants to be loved.

You said I shouldn’t beg and it’s not what I want either, but I realized that it’s what I ended up doing in the form of over communication. You heard me, but you didn’t comprehend the hurt, the urgency, and how much it mattered to me.

You say you’re sorry, but you’re not because you were sorry the first time, you were sorry the second time, the third, the fourth. If you were truly sorry you wouldn’t have repeated the same things that hurt me.

Because if you were sorry you would have loved me loudly when you had the chance. Because flowers aren’t just flowers. Letters aren’t just letters. Planned dates aren’t just planned dates. It’s never just a flower, a letter, or a date. It’s reassurance, appreciation and love expressed in the most simplest and beautiful way.

The desperate woman accepts being squeezed into leftover time and I no longer want to be that.