PART 2: LOVE, BEFORE IT HAD A NAME

LOVE was present even before it had a name, because it was never just a word.

It was a feeling. A quiet understanding of the self.
Before anyone loved us, we craved to be seen.
Before we gave love away, we longed to feel whole.

But somewhere along the way, we forgot that the first love we were meant to feel... was our own.

We began chasing reflections of love in others, searching for acceptance in someone else’s eyes, thinking that being loved by someone would finally make us whole.
Yet the truth is, no love can fulfill you like the love you give yourself.

Not the kind that flatters, but the kind that stays. That forgives. That grows within you.

Because of the love you show yourself!
That’s the one that teaches others how to love you, too.

If you start loving others before loving yourself, you risk offering an incomplete version of your heart, a heart that seeks to be filled, not shared.

That’s when love becomes confusing.
That’s when heartbreak happens.
That’s when people start cheating or breaking promises, not always out of cruelty, but because no one truly knew what love was to begin with.

You can’t pour from an empty cup.
And you can’t hold someone else’s hand while losing grip on your own.

This leads us to the question we often avoid asking:

What do you really deserve?

Is it a love that completes you, or a love that celebrates your completeness?

Is it validation or peace?

Attachment, or alignment?

Because when you finally ask yourself that question with honesty and courage, you stop settling.
You stop chasing people who don’t see you.
You stop calling chaos “passion.”
And you start choosing yourself.

Sometimes, 50% of the reason why trust breaks isn’t because love failed, but because we fell for the wrong person in the first place. 

And why?

Because they chose us. Because our friends approved. Because society said, “This looks right.” Because we were tired of being alone.

We mistook acceptance for affection. We confused being wanted with being valued.

In the process, we forgot that the most dangerous kind of love
is the one we enter just to be seen, when we haven’t even seen ourselves yet.

So love yourself,
Know yourself,
Before you start playing with hearts just to be accepted,
before you search for love only to fill the silence inside you.

Because here’s the truth,
You can’t unlove someone, 

Not really.

Love doesn't always end; it shifts, it softens.
It hides in songs, memories, and random thoughts at 2 AM.
You may love others more, or love them differently…but once loved is always loved, 
even if the story changes...