The Enigma of I Love Who Doesn't, They Love Who Don't

I love who doesn't love me back. They love who doesn't love them. And so the heart spins in circles, tied to a thread no one is holding.

We chase the unreachable because the reachable feels too ordinary — as if love had to ache to be real, as if longing itself was the proof.

But maybe the enigma is simpler than we think: we were never taught to love what stays. We were taught to long. And so we long.

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