Not sure if anyone could give me that kind of love and I'd know what to do with it. 🤷🏽♀️
I'm not sure I'm untouched enough by trauma to appreciate it fully.
Maybe I'm too old.Too jaded.Too pragmatic.
To believe that this is what bliss looks like.
But it's beautiful poetry.
And perhaps I'm still delulu enough to sigh, smile, and lose myself in a book where love looks exactly like this.
So tell me...
What do you want?What are you looking for?
In today's fast-paced world, love often seems fleeting and transactional, as the OCR content poignantly highlights. The desire for a love that is intentional, joyful in the small moments, and steadfast even through challenges resonates deeply with many people. I've personally found that understanding this kind of love requires a vulnerability that can be difficult to embrace, especially after experiencing emotional wounds or trauma. Like the author, I’ve sometimes felt too jaded or pragmatic to believe in such blissful love, yet I find comfort in stories and poetry that capture this ideal. Love that walks through the rain just to see you or writes a thousand letters pouring out its heart is a rarity, but it reminds us what genuine connection looks like. From my experiences, the love that endures is not perfect or easy; it is thoughtful and resilient. It's about laughing together until time seems to stand still and finding joy in the seemingly trivial moments. Many of us crave a relationship where love doesn’t run away when things get heavy or fold at the first inconvenience. Instead, we want a partner who chooses us every day, despite all imperfections. This kind of love is not hurried or distracted but fully present and wholehearted. While modern life can make love feel like a commodity measured by convenience or fleeting passions, holding onto this vision of love can be healing. It encourages us to reflect on what we truly want and invites us to seek connections that bring out our best selves. Importantly, acknowledging past trauma or skepticism does not mean love isn’t possible; it means we approach it thoughtfully and with open eyes. If you’re like me, sometimes feeling 'delulu' (deluded) enough to sigh and lose yourself in the beauty of poetic love offers a reprieve—a hopeful whisper that love, as beautiful as poetry, still exists and is worth waiting for.












































































