Rania Naim

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a magnet for the unavailable. The ones who are still hung up on their ex, the ones who can’t get themselves to trust or love again.

Sometimes things remain the same because we need to change ourselves.

Their best friend starts hitting on you.

She’s afraid of giving you a second chance because she’s tired. She’s tired of giving chances that people take for granted, she’s tired of giving love to those who can’t love her back.

Wait for the one who would rather listen to your deepest secrets than try to win everyone over by his noise.

I still care because this is who I am, I don’t know how to stop caring, I don’t know how to unlove someone, I don’t know how to unfeel.

You say goodbye when they say it first
whether silently or out loud.
You see it in their eyes, in their actions,
you hear it, even in their most loving their words.

You’re the ones who don’t always look good ‘on paper’ because you’re out there chasing happiness. You’re out there trying to write your own story. You’re out there choosing life.

INFPs are feelers so they feel everything so deeply. It takes them a while to bounce back from criticism or rejection, they can’t just ‘get over their feelings,’ they need time to heal and even more time to open up again.

It’s not your fault that they’re looking for something casual and something temporary when you’re looking for something real and maybe forever.

You’ll get over them when you understand the importance of being valued, respected, listened to, cared for and loved. When you understand that love is more than just drunk texts and likes and flirty comments.

But the truth is, some people make the timing right, they make the distance closer, they make the journey safer. They make the hard times easier and they make themselves ready.

The reason why it hurts so much is because it brings your insecurities and your fears back to life. It forces you to take a closer look and examine every flaw and every imperfection.

Heartbreak makes you feel entitled to act like an asshole because you’ve been hurt and people should unequivocally understand that.

I’m slowly learning to let things end because some things are not meant to last forever. Some things only last for a little while. Some people are just here to teach us a lesson and then leave.

Maybe we’re lost because we’re searching for answers from those who have the same questions. Maybe we’re lost because we’ve been trying to seek guidance from those who are going off course.

Maybe then we’ll understand what kind of love we really deserve and we’ll learn not to settle for those who can’t love us or those who treat us poorly.

I miss being understood. I miss being accepted. I miss being loved.