Dear Someone: What if you were always enough but they just couldn't see it?

Read this if you watch other women being loved and wonder what secret ingredient you're missing—as if love were a recipe you keep getting wrong.

Dear, Dear Someone, _

I know you watch them. The couples who move through the world like they've discovered something sacred. The way he looks at her when she's not looking. The way she laughs without measuring the sound. The way their hands find each other without thinking. And you stand there, carrying your own invisible weight, wondering what formula they've cracked that keeps slipping through your fingers. You study her movements, her words, her way of being, searching for the secret—not from jealousy, but from a hunger so deep it feels like prayer.