❤️‍🩹 Chasing Someone

I remember what it felt like to hold my heart out like an offering, almost trembling in my hands, hoping someone would finally see me, finally stay. I chased after someone once, maybe more than once if I’m being honest. And back then, it felt like love. It felt like something meaningful. I used to believe that love was about effort, about chasing someone and proving I was worth loving. I thought maybe if I tried hard enough, stayed long enough, forgave enough, they’d finally turn around and choose me back. But love, the kind that stays, doesn’t ask you to beg. It meets you halfway. It’s quiet and steady. Looking back, I know my chasing came from fear. Fear of being alone again, of feeling like I wasn’t enough on my own. That fear convinced me I had to fight for scraps of affection, just to feel like I mattered. But that’s not love. That’s survival. And I deserve more than that. I think we all do. I’m slowly learning that I don’t have to earn love by running myself into the ground. That maybe love, real love, doesn’t ask for the chase. It arrives slowly, like morning light. I’m not too much, and I’m not too hard to love. Last year, I just gave my heart to someone who never planned to hold it. And now, I’m learning to wait for the kind of love that feels like being chosen without having to ask. #DontChaseLove #ChooseYourselfFirst #HealingIsBeautiful #LoveWithoutBegging #YouAreEnough 💌🚶‍♀️

• Validation
• Longing
• Self-worth