Ron C

I Love Him More Than He Loves Me

There’s this constant ache in my chest, like I’m pouring out oceans of love while he offers back puddles. It’s hard to explain, but I feel it—this imbalance. I love him more than he loves me. And I’m stuck between the overwhelming need to give and the growing desire to protect myself from the crushing emptiness when he doesn’t reciprocate. It’s not even about big gestures—God, no—it’s about the quiet moments, the invisible weight of love I carry. Love shouldn’t be measurable, but my heart still feels that cosmic imbalance, that tilt.