Caring for Someone Without Expecting Them to Recognise it...
Caring for Someone Without Expecting Them to Recognise it... I’m learning something slowly. Not easily. But honestly. That caring for someone doesn’t automatically mean they will care the way I do. I don’t doubt your care. I don’t question your goodness. I don’t even question your intent. Your probably the genuine most soul I have ever come across. What I struggle with is understanding what kind of “I love you” you believe in. Because the love I know listens when something feels heavy. Notices discomfort without being asked. Pauses to ask, “Did that hurt you?” even when the intention was harmless. The love I know doesn’t rush past pain. Doesn’t label it as overthinking. Doesn’t make light of what feels real. Maybe your love is different. Quieter. More practical. Less verbal. More assumed than explained. And maybe that’s how you’ve learned to love. I’m beginning to understand that two people can care deeply and still not speak the same language of care. That one person ...
