There comes a point when you stop looking at love the same way you did when you were younger.
After thirty, you begin to understand that being with someone isn't necessarily better than being alone. I've been alone for a long time, and the truth is, I've grown comfortable with it. There's a certain relief in having your own space, making your own decisions, and not having to explain yourself to anyone.
But that doesn't mean I don't miss something. I miss feeling loved, desired, and wanted. I miss the feeling of knowing that someone chooses you, not out of convenience, fear of loneliness, or the need to fill an empty space, but because they genuinely want you in their life.
What bothers me about relationships today is the lack of commitment, the lack of self-respect, and the lack of respect for the other person. People seem to want the benefits of a relationship without accepting the responsibilities that come with it. They want affection without loyalty, intimacy without commitment, and someone to stay when things are easy, but not necessarily when things get difficult.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm simply getting older and seeing things differently. But I find it increasingly difficult to trust people. In fact, I can't honestly say that I trust anyone. Sometimes that brings me peace; other times, I wonder what it would be like to let my guard down without having to worry about regretting it later.
It's a strange contradiction: wanting to feel loved while finding comfort in a life where you don't have to depend on anyone. Wanting someone beside you, but not at the cost of your peace. Missing the warmth of another person, yet appreciating the freedom of being alone.
Perhaps that's what growing older does to you. You stop confusing attention with affection, desire with love, and promises with commitment. You begin to understand that having someone isn't the same as having a connection, and that being alone isn't necessarily the same as being lonely.
I don't have all the answers. I'm not writing this as someone who has figured out love, nor as someone who has given up on it. I'm simply looking at things from where I stand today, with my doubts, my expectations, and my contradictions.
I still miss being loved. I still miss being desired. But I no longer believe that those things are worth sacrificing self-respect or peace of mind.
And if love ever finds its way into my life again, I hope it brings something real. Not perfection, not a fairy tale, and certainly not empty promises. Just two people who choose each other, respect each other, and understand that commitment means something even when nobody is watching.
Until then, I'm learning to appreciate what I already have: my own space, my freedom, and the quiet that comes with being alone.
Because sometimes, solitude is not the absence of love. Sometimes, it's the relief of no longer accepting what doesn't feel right.
A song to share
If you have a moment, listen to La burbuja temporal by Adam Guerrero. It's a song worth sharing, and I'd like to leave it here for anyone who feels like listening.
Image note: The image accompanying this post was generated with artificial intelligence. It is an illustrative image, not a photograph of me.
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