Things I Learned from Loving Someone Who Didn’t Choose Me

Things I Learned from Loving Someone Who Didn’t Choose Me

Genre: Poetic Essay / Memoir / Romance

Tone: Intimate, Fragmented, Healing

Some loves don’t end with slamming doors or shouted truths.

Some end quietly.

Without permission.

Without explanation.

Just a slow unspooling of the thread you swore would hold the two of you together.

This is what I learned from loving someone who didn’t choose me.

1. Wanting someone isn’t the same as having them.

You can stand in front of someone with your heart cupped like water in your hands, trembling not to spill it — and still, they won’t drink.

They might admire the way it glistens in the light.

They might thank you.

They might say they’re not thirsty right now.

And still, you’ll stand there, believing if you just hold it long enough, they’ll change their mind.

They won’t.

2. Sometimes, silence is the loudest answer.

He didn’t say no. Not really.

But he didn’t say yes either.

He said things like “maybe,” “not yet,” “you’re amazing,” and “you deserve someone who’s ready.”

He left room for hope — the cruelest kind of kindness.

He smiled and touched my arm when he laughed. He lingered in doorways and looked at me like I was the beginning of something.

But beginnings don’t mean anything if there’s no middle.

No future.

No promise.

His silence filled the spaces where answers should have been.

3. Unspoken love still counts.

I never told him I loved him — not with words.

But I showed up for every version of him.

I remembered his favorite coffee order, even when he forgot mine.

I listened to his bad days without waiting for him to ask about mine.

I laughed at jokes that didn’t land.

I watched him love someone else and smiled like it didn’t sting.

So no, I didn’t say it.

But I loved him.

Every bit as real, every bit as brave.

Unspoken doesn’t mean untrue.

4. Being chosen isn’t something you can earn.

I tried.

I became softer where I once stood tall.

I bent so far, I forgot the shape of my own spine.

I tried to be what he needed, even when he didn’t ask me to.

But love isn't a performance.

It’s not a resume you submit with qualifications and references, waiting to be approved.

It’s not something you deserve for being good, or loyal, or full of light.

Love is choice. And he didn’t choose me.

No matter how much I tried to be choosable.

5. I am not a backup plan.

There were moments I wondered if he would come back.

When the girl with the prettier smile didn’t stay.

When the world got too loud and he remembered my quiet.

When life didn’t turn out like he planned and he needed something soft to land on.

And part of me waited.

Part of me hoped.

But I am not a second option.

I am not an “if nothing else works out.”

I am not the person you come back to when you’ve already been everywhere else.

6. You can miss someone who was never really yours.

People think grief belongs only to death and breakups.

But I grieved him.

The him that laughed with me.

The him that told me secrets at 2 a.m.

The him I imagined growing old with.

I grieved a life that never happened.

And I learned —

You don’t have to hold someone’s hand to feel the emptiness when it’s gone.

7. Loving someone isn’t the same as losing yourself.

But for a while, I forgot that.

I made excuses.

I shrank.

I put his needs on altars and buried my own beneath them.

I watered a garden where nothing was growing, just because I was afraid to walk away from the soil.

But the thing is —

Real love shouldn’t ask you to disappear.

8. I deserved more. And I always did.

It took a long time to say this without bitterness.

Even longer to say it with grace.

But I do.

I deserve someone who doesn’t flinch when I say I feel too much.

Someone who doesn’t blink when I say I want forever.

Someone who won’t leave me reading between the lines, decoding silences, searching for crumbs of affection.

I dererve a love that chooses me back.

Loudly.

Clearly.

Daily.

9. Letting go is not the same as failing.

Some part of me believed that walking away meant I gave up.

That if I’d held on longer, softer, stronger — he would’ve come around.

But love is not a war you win.

Letting go was the bravest thing I’ve done.

It meant I chose myself, finally.

It meant I stopped trying to fix what wasn’t mine to fix.

It meant I believed in a love I hadn’t met yet —

A love that doesn’t leave me guessing.

10. I would do it all again. Even the breaking.

Because it taught me how I love.

How deeply, how fiercely, how purely.

Because I met parts of myself I didn’t know existed —

The girl who can survive heartbreak without becoming hard.

The girl who still believes in love, even after being passed by.

Because some people teach you how to be loved.

But others?

They teach you how to love yourself when they won’t.

And that... is what I learned.

From loving someone who didn’t choose me —

but made me choose myself.

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