Tialauna

What happened to love that didn’t flinch?
The kind that showed up barefoot and honest.
The kind that didn’t keep score, didn’t posture, didn’t pretend it was above needing someone.

Somewhere along the way, love got taught to wear armor.
To be cool. To be detached. To leave first.
We learned how to protect ourselves so well that we forgot how to stay.

Now the world applauds distance.
Calls it wisdom.
Calls it strength.
Says don’t trust, don’t lean, don’t risk being seen.
But what if that wasn’t growth at all?
What if it was grief disguised as maturity?

What if real love came back?
Not the algorithm-friendly kind.
Not the “I’ll text you when it’s convenient” kind.

I’m talking 90s R&B love.
Pull-up-at-midnight-with-a-guitar love.
Writing feelings by hand because they mattered enough to slow down love.
Love that embarrassed you a little.
Love that chose you loudly.

The kind of love that wasn’t afraid of devotion.
That didn’t confuse vulnerability with weakness.
That believed commitment was a gift, not a trap.

Maybe we don’t miss love.
Maybe we miss courage.
The bravery it takes to say, “I’m here,”
without knowing how the story ends.

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