When Your Love Has No Home
What do you do when no one wants you?
What do you do when no one wants you?
It’s an embarrassing thing to admit, but sometimes no one wants you. The people you are dying to love don’t want your love. The woman you can see a future with doesn’t return your texts. The friends you are dying to hang out with don’t seem as eager for your company; any minuscule excuse to back out of semi-fixed plans with you is taken without hesitation. What do you do when you are in this situation?
Common advice would be to know your worth. Stop texting them. Stop watering plants that give you nothing in return. But even those with the highest sense of self-worth need love from others. You can love yourself more than anything in the world, yet there is no love like love from those who do not have to love you.
People who have no ties to you by blood or kin, yet choose to show up for you, choose to hug you and make you smile when no one expects them to. This is the type of love we all crave deep in our hearts, even if we don’t know it. This type of love can turn a horrible day into, if not a great day, at least a manageable one. What do you do when you haven’t had that type of love in a while?
What do you do when those from whom you want that love, those who have given you samples of this love, refuse to give it to you in full doses? Leaving you like a diabetic with enough insulin to stay alive but not enough to feel like a person. What do you do then?
What do you do when you are filled to the brim with love, dying to pour it into others, yet no one wants it? Are some of us to have our dams of love overflow and evaporate into the air? Doesn’t every heart deserve a home? Or are some of us the orphans who become too old to get adopted by the perfect couple?
These are the great unknowns that some of us are unfortunate enough to ponder more than is healthy for the human heart.
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Your essay captures a deeply relatable struggle, offering love that isn’t returned. It’s a reminder that even strong, self-aware people feel that ache. The real lesson: our worth isn’t defined by who accepts us, but by how we keep showing up. Thanks, Harun.
Life prepares us for what’s meant to be, not just what we want. Love resides within; when we nurture it, we start to see its presence everywhere.🙏🏽