Maybe I’m Just a Hopeless Believer in Love | by The Life I Tasted | Oct, 2025

When I was younger, I thought love would be simple.

You meet someone, fall hopelessly for them, and that’s it. Happily ever after… dadahhh !!!

But then I grew up.

Now I am surrounded by people who’ve “settled down.”

I watch my married friends complain about their spouses, fight over text messages, or just… check out emotionally.

And one day, my married roommate casually said,

“You know, relationships should be like leases…you get a new partner every ten years.”
I laughed. Then I realized he wasn’t entirely joking.

Because that’s what it feels like today, “love with an expiration date”.
The person you love isn’t the one you marry, and the person you marry isn’t the one you love.

And I’m standing here, this hopeless romantic, wondering…am I doing something wrong by waiting??? When did love become so complicated ???
Or maybe the world was always this way… and I’m only just starting to see it clearly ???

The Scary Truth About Modern Love

Relationships today scare me.

Everyone’s so scared of being alone that they settle for convenience.

People get married not out of love, but out of fear…fear of judgment, fear of aging, fear of FOMO, fear of their parents, and fear of being “the single one.”

Then the honeymoon phase fades. The Insta captions stop.

You get bored, have a kid, maybe notice someone at work who just clicks.
And suddenly, congratulations …you’re officially living in the land of “everyone’s cheating, so why not me ???”

It’s heartbreaking… not because people are bad, but because they’re “practical.” And practical doesn’t mean right…it just means following the same boring rules everyone else does, instead of listening to their hearts.

The Child We Used to Be

Remember when life was stupidly simple ???

You cried when you were hungry, smiled when you liked someone, and held on when you loved.
No filters, no hesitation, no fear of rejection.

I started wondering…when did this world become so complicated ???

How did something that used to come so naturally now require dating apps, strategy, and emotional disclaimers ???

We were once pure instincts and honest emotions.

Then we grew up.

We were told to stay calm when we’re scared, hide our excitement , and “keep it professional” when we’re mad. We were told to suppress our emotions because “that’s how civilized people behave.”

Somewhere along the way, feeling became a weakness.

But tell me…when did being real become uncivilized ???

Listening to Myself (Because Someone Has To)

All this emotional bottling up has my friends spiraling …singles can’t speak their minds, married folks can’t either. No wonder anxiety and depression are so trendy.

And then I realized, the one thing I do differently is… I actually pay attention to my own feelings, that’s what’s been keeping me sane.

When my body says I’m tired, I sleep, no matter how fun the party is.
When I’m thirsty, I hydrate like it’s my life’s mission.
When I’m overwhelmed, I cry it out like a dramatic soap opera.

Likewise, If I like you, you’ll see me smiling and shamelessly staring…even if I creep you out a little (sorry, not sorry).
If I’m angry, I’ll probably ignore you…even if you’re the CEO of the company .
If I adore your company, I’ll call you way too much…even when you start pretending your phone’s on airplane mode.

I don’t fake chill. I don’t do “hard to get.” I do “hard to forget.”
If you’re looking for mysterious, I’m not your girl…I’m more “open-book-with-coffee-stains” kind of person.

Maybe that’s my strength. I feel everything and I don’t apologize for it.

A PhD in Bad Decisions (and What It Taught Me About Love)

It’s not like I haven’t had my fair share of heartbreaks and honestly, at this point, I could probably add “PhD in bad decisions” to my résumé.

At first, I did what most of us do… blamed everyone else.
The exes. The timing. Anything but me.

Then one day, it hit me, maybe I wasn’t the innocent victim of chaos. Maybe I was the one handing out VIP passes to people who hadn’t even earned general admission.

I gave too much. Trusted too fast. And worst of all, confused chaos with chemistry.

There were nights I’d stare at the ceiling wondering if I was the problem.
But here’s the twist…loving honestly isn’t the issue.
The real problem is shrinking yourself to fit into someone else’s half-hearted version of love.

If I’ve learned anything, it’s this:
Be a good listener. Pay attention. Communicate like a grown-up (even when you want to ghost). Be your real self.

Because every connection good, bad, or “what was I even thinking?” leaves you with a little more self-awareness, a little more wisdom, and a much clearer idea of what (and who) you definitely don’t want in your next.

And here’s another thing I’ve realized:
Love doesn’t fade overnight. It starts slipping when you stop paying attention when the little things that once felt exciting start to feel like effort.

But life isn’t meant to be fireworks every day. It’s mostly small moments, quiet boring routines, and familiar faces.

What keeps love alive isn’t constant excitement it’s consistent effort. The noticing. The choosing. The showing up.

Because sparks don’t just happen. You create them “over and over again.”

Still, I Wait

So yes, I’m waiting.

For the one who makes me feel like home even when we’re far away.
Someone I can laugh at dumb jokes with, fight over Nerf guns, make accidental kitchen disasters, and then pile onto the couch under a shared blanket, just enjoying being lazy together.

Someone who doesn’t complete me, but connects with me.

Is that too much to ask? Maybe.

But I’ve seen enough broken stories to know I’d rather wait for the right one than rehearse love with the wrong one.

Even after the heartbreaks with the charmingly terrible humans, I still believe there’s good in the world.

Good men exist or at least my man does. He’s somewhere out there, probably being patient, just like me.

Belief Is My Love Language

People think I’m delusional for believing in unconditional love.

But belief is what makes the impossible possible.

Once upon a time, people said we’d never hold the world in our hands and yet, here we are, scrolling through universes on tiny screens.

So no !!! …I’m not giving up on love. I’m just giving it time.

Because I’m not just a hopeless romantic. I’m a hopeless believer.

And in this world of half-feelings and full filters, that’s my rebellion.