Rania Naim

She doesn’t hate you. She just hates your silence. She hates how you know that she needs an explanation yet you’re refusing to give her one. She hates how you’re choosing not to acknowledge her feelings or her existence.

In a world trying to make you feel unloved, I’ll love you with all my heart. I’ll love you when you’re weak. I’ll love you when you’re quiet. I’ll love you when you’re scared.

I’m not lonely.

Those who love you tell you that they’ll be by your side no matter what, that you will never have to face anything alone, that they’ll take a bullet for you but then you find yourself standing alone, at gunpoint, wondering where everyone went.

When you’re the only one trying. If you’re the only reaching out, making an effort, trying to meet up, it’s better to let go because it shouldn’t be that much work.

Cancer. They keep you around by being really vulnerable with you. They’ll send you a very long drunk text or tell you how they can’t stop thinking about you but then blame it on the alcohol or just tell you that they were having an emotional day.

Look for the love that tries a little harder to understand why you built your walls so high, why you caged your heart too soon and why you don’t trust easily. Look for the love that tries to understand your fears instead of calling them ‘baggage.’

There goes another stranger who got closer then ran away and went back to being a stranger.

They still see you as just another fish in the sea, they don’t see you as the main catch.

Don’t apologize for asking for closure. It’s not a crime. It’s not too needy. It’s not too crazy. It’s your right.

You are worth more than someone who keeps promising you love but goes on to break your heart. You are worth more than someone who leaves. You deserve someone who stays.

You can’t manipulate someone into wanting you. You can’t manipulate someone into appreciating you even if you’re great — even if you’re the best.

Because the more you gamble on people, the more you lose but if you gamble on God, you’ll always be a winner.

I’ll always be a work in progress but I’ll always be enough for the one who truly cares.

And why is it always the ones who broke us that make us happy? Why do we miss what destroyed us? Why do we seek happiness from those who made us cry?

Let me get that text or that call, let me remember what it feels like to be loved, to be remembered. Let me know that he still cares.

Sometimes you’re forced to be a loner because no one really understands you and the more you hang out with people, the more you lose yourself, the more you question who you should be and the more you ask yourself if you’re an alien living with humans or if you’re a human living with aliens.

Maybe all I needed was a text to let me know that even though it didn’t last, it was special. All I needed was something from you to let me know that it was real. That we were both on the same page. That for a moment, we were one.