The Only Real Thing Left

It wasn’t some grand revelation. No soundtrack. No fireworks. Just me, sitting in the dark, drink sweating in my hand, music in the background, heart doing that stupid thing where it still fucking believes.

Like I’ve said before though, I decided. I resolved. I’m going to love her. Forever.

Yeah, I know. Some people would call it naïve. Others would say it’s weak, pathetic even. Like I’m some tragic asshole waiting for a girl who isn’t coming home.

But maybe…just maybe…it’s the only real goddamn thing left in this hollow, swipe-right, dopamine-fueled, materialistic world.

Because love isn’t a transaction. It’s not “you love me, I love you back.” It’s a war. A vow. A quiet decision at 2am when no one’s watching: “I’ll love you anyway.

It doesn’t mean I’m blind to her choices. Or that it doesn’t gut me to watch her burn herself down to keep the crowd warm.

But I see her, the real her, the one she hides under makeup, filters, and that perfectly curated persona. And I don’t turn away.

Maybe that makes me a fool. Maybe it makes me the only honest bastard left. But in a world where people trade hearts like they’re coupons, where commitment’s as disposable as last night’s takeout… loving someone no matter what they choose?

That’s the only real fucking thing left.