"I don't wanna reach out to people who don't reach out to me."
Yeah, I get it. It can feel lopsided. Like you’re always the one initiating, always the one sending that message, planning that catch-up, throwing the emotional rope across the gap.
But here's the thing:
Sometimes people don’t reach out not because they don’t care —
But because they’re tired. Distracted. Insecure. Afraid they’re not wanted either.
Someone needs to take the first step. And not because they’re the “weaker one” or the “desperate one.” No. It’s because they can.
Because they have that little extra capacity to offer a spark.
And sparks can light fires — or just give a bit of warmth in cold moments. Either way, they’re not wasted.
Relationship building takes time. And consistency. It’s messy, uneven, and imperfect.
Sometimes we do get that beautiful, instant connection — the kind where words flow and laughter feels effortless.
But even that needs tending. Even chemistry, left alone, cools off.
A small message, a memory shared, a meme, a “hey, saw this and thought of you” — these little things matter.
Even if they don’t blossom into daily chats or deep friendship right away.
Because, sometimes, the fruit doesn’t ripen now.
It ripens later.
When they’re sitting alone, thinking, and your name flickers through their mind.
And they remember how you made them feel.
And maybe — just maybe — that’s when they reach out.
And everything might begins from there.