But, love my dear, is not meant to be a constant battle.
Love was never meant to be a warzone. If you’re always fighting, maybe it’s not love—it’s survival. Love should not feel like a battlefield where you’re constantly defending, proving, or enduring wounds disguised as affection.
It’s not meant to be a relentless struggle to be seen, heard, or valued. If it drains you more than it nourishes you, then perhaps it’s time to question whether it’s love or just a battle you’ve mistaken for belonging.