Letter to the Man I Love

My love, How I wish you could love me every single day — steadily, consistently, and truly. Not in the way you always do: caring deeply today, only to turn away and ignore me tomorrow. One day you see me fully; the next, I fade into invisible air beside you. One day your voice is soft, sweet, gentle, and close; the very next, you carry yourself as if you no longer want me near at all. I wish you could learn to be gentler with this sensitive heart you know so well. I wish you would understand the mind that thinks too much and fears too easily — rather than turning my worries into faults. I wish you could truly value the loyalty I give freely, and the genuine love that never wavers no matter how you treat me. Being ignored cuts deep. Having my needs set aside hurts even more. And what pains me most of all: you know exactly what you do. You know it breaks me, yet you do it again and again. Each day you act as if you never noticed or never understood… but I know the truth: you knew — you simply chose not to care. I wish you could bring me happiness naturally — without me having to force myself to smile or pretend I am fine. I wish you would finally give what my heart has been asking for all along: simply to be loved, without having to work so hard to earn it, without having to chase or pull you closer myself. Always, it falls to me first: I must speak first, start the conversation first, plan our quiet moments and simple meet‑ups exactly the way you prefer — without expecting cost or trouble from you. It is heavy work. It is exhausting. I am truly tired of having to build every trace of love and warmth myself, just to feel I am loved at all. Please — love me the steady, wholehearted way I love you. Please guard and tend to my heart exactly as carefully as you wish your own heart to be treated and held. — Yours, always waiting and hoping