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You fell in love with a version of them that only exists in your head.

Let me ask you something honest.

When you think about why you love them —

why you stay —

why you keep choosing this person despite everything —

how much of what you describe is actually them?

And how much of it is who you believe they could be?

The version that is almost there.

The one you can see so clearly.

The person hiding just beneath the surface of who they currently are —

waiting to emerge —

if you just love them correctly enough.

Long enough.

Patiently enough.

If you just stay.

I need to ask you something and I need you to answer it honestly.

Are you in love with a person?

Or are you in love with a project?

What Potential Feels Like

Potential feels like hope.

And hope is one of the most addictive substances the human heart produces.

When you see potential in someone —

when you can feel the person they could become humming just beneath who they currently are —

it creates a specific kind of attachment.

An investment.

Because now you are not just loving them.

You are believing in them.

And believing in someone feels noble.

It feels like the highest form of love.

Like you are the one person who truly sees them.

Who understands what they are capable of.

Who refuses to give up on them when everyone else has.

It feels like devotion.

It feels like loyalty.

It feels like love.

And it is none of those things.

Not really.

It is hope dressed in love’s clothing.

And hope —

when it is pointed at a person who is not yet who you need them to be —

is not a relationship.

It is a waiting room.

The Story You Tell Yourself

You have a story.

About them.

About who they are becoming.

About the relationship you are building toward.

It is a beautiful story.

You have told it so many times —

to yourself —

to your friends who are starting to look at you with that expression —

that it has become more real than the actual situation.

The story goes something like this:

They are going through something right now.

They are not at their best.

But I can see who they really are underneath all of this.

And when things settle.

When they heal.

When they grow.

When they finally deal with the thing they have been avoiding —

they will be exactly who I know they can be.

And we will be exactly what I know we can be.

It is a beautiful story.

The problem is —

you have been telling it for longer than you want to admit.

And the chapter where they become the person you are waiting for —

keeps getting pushed further into the narrative.

Always coming.

Never quite arriving.

What You Are Actually Doing

You are loving a future person.

With present energy.

You are giving your now —

your actual real irreplaceable now —

to someone who does not yet exist.

To a version of them that lives in your imagination.

That you have constructed from glimpses and moments and the occasional flash of who they could be when everything aligns.

And the person who actually exists —

the current version —

the one in front of you every day —

is being loved conditionally.

Loved for what they might become.

Not for what they are.

And here is the painful truth underneath all of this:

They feel it.

People always feel it.

The subtle pressure of being someone else’s potential.

Of being loved not quite for who you are —

but for who someone believes you should become.

It creates a particular dynamic.

One where they are always slightly failing you.

And you are always slightly disappointed.

And both of you are exhausted.

And neither of you can fully name why.

The Moments That Keep You

There are moments.

Real ones.

You would not stay without them.

Moments where they are exactly the person you believe they can be.

Where everything clicks.

Where the warmth and the depth and the connection you felt at the beginning returns —

full and undeniable and completely real.

And in those moments you think —

there.

That is who they actually are.

That is who I am staying for.

Those moments are real.

I am not asking you to doubt them.

But I am asking you this:

What percentage of your time together are those moments?

Ten percent?

Twenty?

And what fills the rest?

Because a relationship cannot live in its best moments.

It has to be livable in the ordinary ones.

In the Tuesday afternoon ones.

In the tired and stressed and not performing their best ones.

In the version of them that shows up consistently —

not occasionally —

when the pressure is off and the magic has faded and what remains is just —

who they actually are.

Is that person someone you love?

Not the potential.

The person.

Why We Choose Potential

We do not do this randomly.

There is always a reason.

For some of us —

loving potential feels familiar.

Perhaps we grew up having to earn love.

Having to be patient.

Having to wait for a parent or caregiver to show up fully.

And that waiting taught us something dangerous.

It taught us that love is something you work toward.

Something you earn through patience and loyalty and refusing to give up.

And so we recreate that dynamic in our adult relationships.

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We find people who are not quite there yet.

And we make it our mission to love them there.

Because that is what love looks like to the part of us that learned love earliest.

For others —

choosing potential is safer than choosing reality.

Because reality can disappoint you.

A real person with real limitations can fail you in concrete ways.

But potential —

infinite glorious unrealized potential —

can never disappoint.

Because it hasn’t happened yet.

It is still possible.

And possibility cannot fail you.

Only arrival can.

What Loving Reality Actually Requires

It requires seeing someone clearly.

Not through the soft focus of who they could become.

But in sharp honest focus.

Who are they today?

Not in their best moments.

In their ordinary ones.

How do they treat you when they are stressed?

How do they show up when showing up is inconvenient?

How do they respond when you need something they would rather not give?

Do their actions match their words?

Not sometimes.

Consistently.

Do they show you —

through behavior not promises —

that they are doing the work to become who they say they want to be?

Are you watching actual growth?

Or are you watching the same starting line being crossed over and over?

These are the questions that matter.

Not — who could this person become?

But — who is this person.

Right now.

Today.

And is that person someone you choose?

Not because of what they might be.

But because of what they are.

The Kindest Thing You Can Do

For them and for yourself.

Is to stop loving the potential.

And love the reality.

Fully.

Honestly.

Without the story.

Because one of two things will happen.

You will look at the reality clearly —

see the actual person in front of you —

and find that you love them.

Not the project.

Not the potential.

Them.

With their limitations and their current growth and their very human inability to be everything you imagined.

And that love —

grounded in reality —

has a chance.

A real one.

Or you will look at the reality clearly —

and realize —

quietly honestly with compassion for you both —

that you have been in love with someone who does not exist yet.

And may never exist.

And that the relationship you have been building —

has been built on a foundation of hope rather than truth.

And that is not a failure.

It is information.

The most important kind.

The Grief of Letting Go of Potential

It is real.

Letting go of potential means letting go of the future you imagined.

The relationship you believed was possible.

The person you were so certain was in there.

And that grief —

the grief of an imagined future —

can be more devastating than the grief of a concrete loss.

Because you are not just losing a person.

You are losing a dream.

A version of your future that felt so real you had already started living inside it.

Grieve it.

Fully.

Let it hurt in the way it actually hurts.

Without minimizing it.

Without telling yourself you are being dramatic because none of it was technically real.

It was real to you.

And that makes it real enough to mourn.

The Rewrite

The person you deserve —

the one worth choosing —

will not require your imagination to be lovable.

They will be lovable as they are.

Today.

In the ordinary moments.

In the stressed and tired and not at their best moments.

They will show you —

consistently through behavior not promises —

that they are who they say they are.

They will grow.

Not because you loved them into it.

But because growth is already in them.

Already happening.

Already visible in the small daily choices they make.

With or without your patient waiting.

You will not need to squint to see the person you are choosing.

They will be right there.

Clear.

Present.

Real.

Choosing you back.

Your Reminder Today

The person in front of you right now —

not the imagined version —

the actual one —

is who you are in a relationship with.

Their current behavior is the data.

Not their potential.

Not your hope.

Not the version of them that shows up in the best moments.

The consistent everyday current version.

Love that person.

Or acknowledge that you cannot.

Both are valid.

Both are honest.

Both are kinder —

to you and to them —

than spending another season loving someone who does not yet exist.

You fell in love with a version of them

that only exists in your imagination.

The most loving thing you can do —

for yourself and for them —

is to look clearly at who is actually there.

Love that person.

Or let that person go.

But stop pouring your present

into someone else’s potential.

You deserve a love that is already real.

Not one you are still waiting to arrive.

— Mehmood ul Hasan Qadir
Writer · Dubai
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