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where water degenerates, love withers
I’ve been thinking about the collapse of love, how it unravels thread by thread until all that’s left is a mess of effort and expectation. How many times have I put my heart into the hands of someone else, only to feel it slip through their fingers at the first sign of friction? Is love so fragile that it crumbles over disagreements or the so-called “mismatch” of personalities?
It feels unfair, doesn’t it? To invest so much, to show up, to try, and then watch it disintegrate when things aren’t perfect. No one wants to stay and fight anymore. They say it’s not about winning or losing, but when someone walks away, doesn’t it feel like a loss? You’re left standing there, holding the weight of all the unspoken words and unfinished plans, wondering if you were too much, or worse — never enough.
“Seperti hujan yang jatuh tanpa pernah bertanya apakah tanah siap menerimanya, aku juga jatuh tanpa peduli apakah kau mampu menampung semua aku.”
(Like rain that falls without ever asking if the earth is ready to receive it, I too fell without caring if you could hold all of me.)
It’s exhausting to keep trying. To keep showing up, hoping the next person will have the patience to navigate the storms with you, only to realize they’re just looking for sunshine. It makes you question everything — your worth, your…
