I see people around me sharing posts on social media with their girlfriend, with their wife trying to project to the world how amazing their life is.
And I keep wondering:
Is that what love or a relationship is really about?
Is love about putting moments on display?
Is it about likes, comments, validation, or proving something to people who are not even part of the relationship?
Or is love something else entirely?
Isn’t love about togetherness?
About belief?
About a system where two people are, by default, blindly in trust with each other?
A close thread, strong yet invisible, where two people can share any part of their life:
the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Isn’t love about being able to sit with another human being without judging their insecurities? About moving together, connected at the level of the soul, not the screen? To see the world as it is : not as it needs to be postured for others.
Real love, at least the way I see it, doesn’t need an audience.
It doesn’t ask for proof.
It doesn’t require constant affirmation from the outside world.
It is quiet.
It is secure.
It is deeply personal.
It’s in the conversations no one hears.
The silences that feel safe.
The understanding that doesn’t need to be explained.
When two people are truly connected, they don’t ask how it looks —
they ask whether it feels right.
Maybe this way of seeing love doesn’t fit well with the times we live in.
A world where everything is documented, shared, compared, and judged.
But maybe love was never meant to be loud.
Maybe the most real relationships are the ones you never really see online.
And maybe that’s okay.