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Why do people choose to love when they know that, in the end, they are the only ones truly responsible for taking care of themselves?

Maybe because loneliness is heavier than heartbreak.

Or maybe because humans have always been a little selfish.

We hold on to people, not because they belong to us, but because we are terrified of the emptiness they leave behind. We call it love, devotion, destiny... but sometimes it's just the quiet fear of being forgotten.

The truth is, every heart is searching for a place where it can rest. A person who will stay. A soul that won't walk away. Yet, while searching for that comfort, we often become selfish ourselves—expecting others to heal wounds they never created.

So, is love really selfless?

Or is it just two lonely people trying to fill the silence inside each other?

Humans are strange creatures. We build walls around our hearts, yet we desperately wait for someone to knock on the door. We say, "I love you," but hidden beneath those three words is often another sentence: "Please don't leave me."

Maybe love isn't always selfless. Maybe, deep down, it's just the fear of losing the only person who makes us feel seen.

You know what I think

Human Love is like spring. Flowers bloom without asking how long they will last. They simply open their hearts to the sun, knowing the wind may carry their petals away.

sometimes we hold on. We expect. We hope to be loved back with the same tenderness we give. And perhaps that's why people say humans are selfish—not because they love, but because they are afraid of loving alone.

Maybe flowers were never meant to teach us how to hold on.

A blossom does not ask the garden to stay forever. It simply opens when the season is kind and quietly lets go when the wind arrives. There is no anger in its falling petals, no desperate wish to stop time.

Perhaps hearts are much the same.

We meet people like spring meets the earth—gently, unexpectedly, leaving little traces of warmth behind. Some stay for a season, some only for a morning. But they were never meant to become the roots beneath our feet.

Roots belong to the flower itself.

Maybe that is what growing means: learning that the sunlight we search for in others has always existed within us. That kindness is beautiful, company is precious, but neither should become the reason we bloom.

Humans are often called selfish because they reach for one another with empty hands, hoping someone else will fill them. Yet no garden survives by borrowing another garden's flowers.

And so, perhaps love is not a promise that someone will stay.

Perhaps it is simply the quiet gratitude of saying,

"Thank you for walking beside me while our paths were the same."

Because even after spring has gone, the earth does not forget how to bloom.

It waits.

And when the season returns, it opens its heart again—not because someone saved it, but because that was always its nature.

Hi, I'm Arqa.

And I'm going to tell you a story. A story about love, attachment, expectations, and the strange way humans hold on to each other. Stay with me... and let's see where this story flows.

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