The Weight of Unrecognized Love

Her name was life itself, yet I don’t know what regret still lingered in her heart. I sacrificed every happiness for her, yet something always felt incomplete. I loved her beyond necessity, beyond worth, yet I never understood what more she needed.

The world kept warning me, trying to stop me, but I never listened. Her name became my prayer, my devotion. I don’t know what magic she held, but despite a hundred imperfections, she always seemed the most beautiful to me. She never noticed my love, never understood my sacrifices, and dismissed me as naive. “Move on,” she used to say, as if love was that simple.

People today don’t understand what true love is. There was a time when love meant waiting for lifetimes, like Shiva’s penance for Parvati. Of course, they were divine, beyond comparison. But if love among mortals had any highest form, I could proudly say mine was the purest. Love was my only pride, my only purpose. And yet, that pride was shattered by the very person I held above all.

Now, I feel like I am of no worth. But maybe, just maybe, love is never about being valued by someone else. Maybe it’s about the depth of what we feel, even if it remains unrecognized.