Just in case someone’s feeling similar and is happy they’re not alone ☺️.
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Sometimes we fall in love with fictional characters because they give us a version of love we never got to feel in real life – but desperately needed to.
Sometimes I think it’s silly, falling in love with someone who isn’t real.
But then I remember: The love is real.
The feelings are mine. The softness, the safety, the way my heart opens when I see him – that’s all me.
And it’s valid.
I don’t love him because he’s perfect.
I love him because he shows me that someone like me – soft, unsure, too much and not enough – could be loved too.
He doesn’t ask me to be braver or louder.
He just exists in a way that makes my fear quieter.
Maybe I never had that kind of love growing up.
Maybe that’s why my heart found it in him.
And maybe – just maybe – that’s okay.
Because love doesn’t have to be logical. It just has to be honest.
And this? This is honest.
I love him.
Even if he’s fiction.
Because I’m not.
