I got used to confusion.
To inconsistency.
To loving someone who made me question where I stood.
But what if love was never meant to feel like a constant test?
What if the right kind of love doesn’t drain you — it grounds you?
I don’t want to decode feelings anymore.
I don’t want to guess.
I want something clear.
Something steady.
Something that doesn’t make me doubt myself.
And maybe that’s not asking for too much.
Maybe that’s finally asking for the right thing.