Sorry, I Am Busy – Love Lost Too Soon

Love is a thief. It arrives unannounced, wrapping you in warmth and whispering promises of something beautiful. Just as you begin to believe in its magic, it slips away—not with a dramatic exit, but with a quiet, almost imperceptible fade. And more often than not, it begins with four simple words:

"Sorry, I am busy."
The Beginning of the End
We’ve all been there—standing on the edge of something promising, only to watch it dissolve before it can truly begin. We’ve all stared at our phones, rereading old messages, wondering how we went from “I can’t wait to see you” to “Sorry, I am busy.”

At first, you brush it off. Life gets hectic, after all. People have responsibilities, deadlines, and endless commitments. You tell yourself they must genuinely be busy. You understand. You give them the benefit of the doubt.

But then, you notice the shift.
It happens again. And again.
The replies grow slower. The enthusiasm in their voice fades. Plans that once felt exciting turn into vague promises: “Let’s see how the week goes” or “Maybe another time.”

Calls become texts. Texts become silences. And before you know it, you’re clinging to a thread that’s slipping through your fingers. You’re left wondering—Did I ever mean as much to them as they meant to me?

The Lies We Tell Ourselves
We make excuses for them, don’t we?

“They have a lot going on.”
“Maybe they’re just bad at texting.”
“They care, but they’re just overwhelmed.”
“Maybe I came on too strong.”
“If I give it time, they’ll come around.”

But deep down, we know the truth.
When someone truly wants to be there, they find a way. No schedule is too tight. No meeting is too important. No life is too chaotic for love that genuinely wants to stay.

The Heartbreak of Almost-Love
There is a unique kind of heartbreak in losing something before it ever fully becomes yours.

When love ends after years, you grieve the memories. You grieve the time spent, the moments shared, the love that once was.

But when love ends before it even begins, you grieve something far more painful—you grieve what could have been.

You grieve the future you imagined.
The laughter that never filled the room.
The late-night conversations that never became rituals.

The feeling of finally belonging that never had the chance to take root.

And that is a crueler grief.
Because how do you mourn something that never really lived?

How do you let go of a love that never had the chance to prove itself?

How do you move on from someone who was never truly yours but somehow still left an ache in their absence?

The Fear of Wanting Too Much
Somewhere along the way, we were taught that wanting love too much makes us desperate. That hoping for something real makes us foolish. That asking for consistency makes us demanding.

So we silence our hearts. We learn to settle. We convince ourselves that a little bit of affection is better than none at all. That half-hearted love is still love.

But is it truly wrong to long for something honest?

To crave a love that doesn’t leave you questioning?

To dream of someone who stays—not just when it’s convenient, but always?

Or have we just been conditioned to accept love in fragments because the world tells us that asking for wholeness is too much?

Wanting love is not a weakness.
Wanting to be valued, respected, and prioritized is not too much.

Wanting a love that doesn’t waver, that doesn’t hesitate, that doesn’t disappear behind excuses is not too much.

Wanting someone who doesn’t make you feel like you have to convince them to stay is not too much.

What if the real problem isn’t that we want too much—but that we’ve been told to settle for too little?

The Truth About "Busy"
The hardest truth to swallow is this:
When someone says, “Sorry, I am busy,” what they often mean is something deeper, something unspoken, something they may never have the courage to say outright.

“I liked the attention, but I was never planning to stay.”
“I enjoy knowing you care, but I was never going to choose you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, so I’d rather let you down gently.”
“You were convenient for a moment, but now I’ve found something—or someone—else.”
“I liked the way you made me feel, but I never truly saw you the way you saw me.”
“I was never emotionally available, but I enjoyed the illusion of connection.”
“I thought I wanted love, but I only wanted the comfort of someone wanting me.”
“I’m afraid of commitment, but I don’t want to admit that to myself or to you.”
“I never had the courage to tell you I lost interest, so I let the silence do the work.”

And sometimes, the worst of all:
"I knew you would wait, and I took advantage of that."

Because let’s be honest—people don’t always say what they mean. Instead, they soften the truth with excuses, hoping you will read between the lines so they don’t have to be the villain in your story.

But the right person?
They will never leave you questioning where you stand.

They will never make you beg for time.
They will never need to be reminded that you exist.

Because when love is real, when love is certain, it does not make excuses—it makes time.

A Love That Doesn’t Make Excuses

One day, you will look back and thank the ones who were too busy.

You will thank them, not because their absence didn’t hurt, but because it cleared the way for the love that never needed reminders to show up. The love that would never treat you as an option or an afterthought. The love that didn’t come with conditions, delays, or empty words.

Because real love—the kind that stays—doesn’t need to check its schedule before making time for you. It doesn’t ask you to shrink so it can fit more conveniently into its life. It doesn’t treat your presence like a favor or your love like an inconvenience.

The right love will never make you feel like a burden.

It won’t keep you waiting in uncertainty.

It won’t make you question your own worth.

It won’t need silence to do its rejecting.

And when that love finally comes, you won’t have to beg for time.

You won’t have to send another unanswered message, hoping for a reply.

You won’t have to justify why you deserve to be prioritized.

You won’t have to wonder if you’re asking for too much just because you want consistency.

Because real love—the love you deserve—will not come with excuses.

And when you finally find it, you will realize that those four words that once broke your heart—

"Sorry, I am busy."
—were never meant to be a home for your love in the first place.

#Puobabangna