Why We Love the Wrong People First

Maybe it’s because, in the beginning,

we don’t know what love is,

only what longing feels like.

We call the hunger connection,

and the confusion chemistry,

and the ache in our chest

something romantic.

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We fall for the wrong people first,

because we haven’t learned

how to tell the difference

between butterflies and warning signs,

between passion and volatility,

between being wanted

and being needed only when convenient.

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We love with unhealed hands,

with a heart still holding childhood wounds

and old beliefs like:

love must be earned,

love must be chased,

love must hurt before it feels real.

So we choose familiar pain

over unfamiliar peace,

because chaos feels like home

when softness feels foreign.

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We fall for potential,

for who they could be

if they tried

or healed

or stayed.

We write their redemption arc

before they even ask for it.

And when they can’t love us the way we hoped,

we stay,

because leaving

feels too close to losing.

We call it loyalty,

but sometimes

it’s just fear wearing a pretty name.

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But here’s the truth:

The wrong person is often the lesson

that teaches us the language of love.

They show us our boundaries

by crossing them.

They teach us our worth

by failing to see it.

They break us open

so we can finally meet ourselves.

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And when the right person comes,

we’ll recognize them,

not because they feel like a spark,

because they feel like safety.

No confusion.

No guessing.

No proving.

Just presence.

Just effort.

Just peace.

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So maybe we love the wrong people first

because our hearts need practice,

because love,

like us,

needs time to grow into something real.

And maybe the wrong love

isn’t really wrong at all,

just a necessary chapter

before the story finally understands itself.

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Thank You,
Mizzle !

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