It's human to love fiercely and still feel hatred boil beneath our ribs.
It's human to stay and fight, and just as human to turn away when the fight begins to cost more than our hearts can afford.
We adapt, not because we are strong, but because life leaves us no choice.
We run, not because we are cowards, but because staying feels like breaking a little more each day.
Sometimes, silence is our only path to peace,
and ignoring what we crave is the only way to keep breathing without breaking.
But even in that silence…
Even in that running…
The ache still whispers.
It's human to crave affection like water in a desert,
to feel starved of tenderness even while surrounded by people.
It's human to hold your breath when all you want is for someone to say, "I see you. I won't leave."
But we keep going — aching, adjusting, pretending,
because being human also means learning how to carry emptiness like it's part of us.
It's human to hate and to love. It's human to adapt, and just as human to run. We silence ourselves, not because we don't feel, but because we feel too much. We ignore, not from indifference, but for the sake of peace. And sometimes, that silence becomes our loudest scream.
It is human to ache for something as simple as touch, as complicated as connection. To crave reassurance in a world that teaches us to harden. To be starved of affection and pretend we're full. When We're not. We're just surviving.
We hurt, we long, we break, but we keep breathing. Even in the emptiness.
And maybe, just maybe, that's where the heartbreak truly begins..