Still Yours, Still Wrong - Gemma Mossop

Love doesn't end when you finally get what you want. That's the part no one talks about. They tell you about the tension. The longing. The almosts and the what-ifs. They tell you how it feels to finally give in. But they don't tell you what comes after. Because loving someone-really loving them-isn't the hard part. Keeping them is. Six months ago, I made a choice. Not a reckless one. Not a careless one. A deliberate one. I chose him. I chose the complicated looks, the quiet tension, the way everything felt like it could fall apart at any second. I chose the risk. I chose the consequences. And for a while- It felt worth it. We weren't hiding anymore. We weren't pretending. We weren't stealing moments in silence or pretending they didn't mean anything. We were real. Out in the open. Together. And maybe that was the problem. Because when something is hidden, it feels untouchable. Safe in a strange, fragile way. But when it's real- When everyone can see it, question it, judge it- That's when it starts to break. Because love doesn't just live in stolen moments. It lives in arguments. In silence. In the things you say when you're hurt. And the things you don't say when you should. I thought the hardest part was falling for him. I was wrong. The hardest part is waking up every day and choosing him again- Even when it's difficult. Even when it hurts. Even when part of you wonders if love is enough to hold everything together. Because sometimes- It isn't. And that's the truth no one prepares you for: Just because two people love each other... Doesn't mean they won't fall apart. This is what happens after the story you thought was the ending. This is what happens when forever isn't easy. This is what happens when love is tested. This is us- Six months later