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Most people think heartbreak comes from losing someone.
Psychology suggests something different.
We suffer because reality destroys the future we imagined with them.
As Ghalib wrote:
“Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visaal-e-yaar hota,
Agar aur jeete rehte yahi intezaar hota.”
Sometimes we don’t grieve a person.
We grieve a possibility.
The paradox of modern dating is simple.
People have more options than ever before,
yet feel more replaceable than ever before.
Choice increased.
Connection didn’t.
As Ahmad Faraz wrote:
“Ab ke hum bichhde to shayad kabhi khwabon mein milein,
Jis tarah sookhe hue phool kitaabon mein milein.”
When people become options,
they stop becoming priorities.
Philosophy taught me that every human being wants to be understood.
Psychology taught me that most people don’t know how to ask for it.
That’s why we flirt, joke, test, withdraw, and seek attention.
We’re often saying “understand me” without using those words.
As Ghalib wrote:
“Dil-e-naadaan tujhe hua kya hai,
Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai.”
Behind many romantic pursuits lies a simpler desire:
To be truly seen.
Just tried to write a poem idk how it is -
𝑨 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔
𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆
𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒉, 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆.
𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆
𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.
𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅,
𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅.
𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆
𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 .
𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒚,
𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 ---
𝑩𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 . —Jonaid Ahmed
Relationships are so beautiful when you and your partner are actually good friends. You show up together, share inside jokes, talk openly, have fun, and totally vibe like besties. It’s amazing when the dynamic isn’t just romantic..
#Arxi
My future wife is surrounded by Wolf's I have to find her quickly 🤺🔪
You came like certainty in human form,
then left like you never learned my name.
No warning, no closure—just silence
where conversation used to live.
And I keep asking the air:
why touch a heart
you had no intention of keeping?
We were not made for temporary feelings,
or love that survives only in the beginning.
We are built for depth,
for loyalty that does not shift,
for intentions that fear Allah before desire.
Still, I pray—
that what breaks us
never hardens us.
