Romanticising over someone who barely texted back is like adding medications to an injured wound that refuses to dry up. No matter how much care you pour into it, it won't heal if the source of the pain is still there.

I once had a friend who loved a guy with everything she had. She waited for his replies, celebrated the smallest crumbs of attention, and defended him every time someone pointed out how little effort he made. "He's just busy," she'd say. "He's not good at texting." “He's going through a lot.”

She became an expert at making excuses for someone who never made the same effort for her.

The sad thing about romanticising people is that we often fall in love with their potential instead of their actions. We create stories in our minds, filling in the gaps with hope, while ignoring the reality staring us in the face.

Love shouldn't leave you constantly questioning your worth or waiting for the next reply like it's a reward. The right person won't make consistency feel like a miracle. They'll make you feel chosen, not confused.

Sometimes, the hardest truth to accept is that someone can mean the world to you while you are only an option to them. And healing begins the moment you stop rewriting their story and start believing what their actions have been telling you all along.