Bubble of Love

Do you ever feel weak when you think of a certain person?

Or maybe a specific moment, a conversation, or a memory that still lives in the corners of your mind?

For a long time, if you had asked me about love, I would have stood at the very end of the line to defend it. I didn’t believe it was for me. But life has a way of softening the edges of our beliefs. Over time, I’ve realized love does leave an imprint on us — even if we don’t want to admit it.

I have my pillars: my family, my close friends, and those precious bonds that have no name. They have been my constant shelter through storms, the steady ground beneath me. I cherish them deeply. But there are moments I wonder — what about a partner? Someone to share life’s moments with, someone to witness my journey?

The truth is, I’m happy in my life, and yet, there’s been a quiet void. Not exactly love, but the feeling of being loved. And sometimes, that longing tempts us to turn back to the people who once hurt us. Time dulls the edges of pain, and in a moment of weakness, a single message from them can make us want to forgive, to restore what was broken.

Sometimes, love can destroy you in ways that make you feel you may never heal again, or at least not without a long and painful process. Yet a part of you still wonders if it is worth taking a chance on that one person, because they could be the one to ease your pain.

But deep down, you know the truth. You know you cannot be with them forever. You left them once before because the relationship ended with disrespect, and you never wanted your story to end that way.

So, what should one do?

Perhaps the answer is to stay away, because such people can become your weakness. They can begin to influence your days, emotions, and even your routine without you even realising it.

The universe has its own way of protecting us. It sends reminders of old pain, especially when we try to “normalize” things with someone who never truly saw our worth. Perhaps they shift the blame, or perhaps they make us feel the same way they once did. And suddenly, we’re back in that place of hurt we thought we had left behind.

Part of me still wants to be loved. Another part refuses to return to what once fractured me. For a brief moment, I thought I was trying to heal them. But in reality, I was losing myself again. And that didn’t feel right.

Today, I choose to cherish the bonds that heal without demanding a label — connections rooted in kindness, trust, and pure humanity. I’ve learned that love is not the only source of healing. Sometimes, it’s the laughter of a friend, the comfort of a stranger, or the quiet presence of someone who simply cares.

You don’t need a partner to feel loved. You don’t need to surrender yourself to someone who hurt you just to fill a void. Sometimes, the greatest love comes from the places you least expect — and it is more than enough.

Wherever you are, remember this: you are loved, and that love might already be around you, waiting for you to see it.

Do you ever want to speak, but the words just don’t come? I think that's when poetry plays a major role.

Affection fades,
Attachments break,
Pain teaches,
And wasted time blooms into wisdom.
Not all love heals —
But the right bonds never hurt to keep. 

By Sumaiyya Syed