Land of Disillusion

So what do you do when the world hands you these definitions — warm, hopeful, shimmering — and every single point is a place where your reality says, “No. Not for you. Not then.”?

You stop confusing love with what you lived through. You stop trying to make your experience fit their language.

You stop calling absence “patience.” You stop calling neglect “miscommunication.” You stop calling a wound a lesson just because someone else could not love you properly.

Because the truth is hidden in this: If everything they say love is supposed to be… was not there… then what you experienced was not love. It was a deprivation wearing the mask of connection.

And naming that is not bitterness. It is clarity and reclaiming the definition for yourself.

Love did not fail.
That person did.

And now you get to decide what real love will look like — without trying to salvage the ruins of something that never met the definition in the first place.