What is so wrong about loving someone who doesn’t love you back?
People speak about it as if it is something to be ashamed of. As if love
only counts when it is returned.
But I don’t think that’s true.
Yes, it hurts.
It hurts when they don’t call the way you would. When they don’t show up
the way you would. When your messages sit unanswered while your thoughts remain
full of them.
But none of that changes a simple fact: you love them.
And when we love someone, we care for them. Not because they have earned
it. Not because they have promised anything in return. Simply because love, by
its nature, gives.
So no, I am not embarrassed by my love.
Love is not the thing that embarrasses me.
Confusing love with commitment would be.
Because those are not the same thing.
Love can belong to one person.
Commitment never does.
Commitment begins when two people look at each other and say, “I
choose you.”
Not just once. Again and again.
That choice is what transforms affection into partnership, desire into
responsibility, and love into a life built together.
Perhaps that is why a ring means so much.
It is not a trophy for finding the perfect person. It is a visible
declaration:
“I belong to someone, and they belong to me.”
A promise carried through abundance and scarcity. Through certainty and
doubt. Through seasons that are easy and seasons that ask everything of us.
Love may open the door.
Choice is what walks through it.
And maybe that is how God has always dealt with us.
The invitation was never forced. It was offered.
Some followed. Some walked away.
Yet the invitation remained — patient, open, waiting.
Not because love was uncertain, but because love does not compel. It
allows a choice.
So I do not need you to love me for my love to be real.
But I do need you to choose me before we can build something together.
Love is my choice. Commitment is ours.
