"Love Never Came" — or Was It Always Waiting to Be Seen?

Inspired by “Love Never Came” by Armin van Buuren (2015)

Click Image and listen to  “Love Never Came” by Armin van Buuren feat. Richard Bedford

“I’ve waited here between the light and the rain, hiding in the cracks in the wall.”

Those words sound like the soul speaking from the threshold — between revelation and forgetting.

The cracks are where light and shadow meet, where the human self hides to survive, but also where the divine eventually finds an opening.

“I’ve waited here, holding on to pieces of the past, but nothing makes sense anymore.”

“I can’t seem to push us back together — I thought we’d be forever.”

That part broke something open in me.

It isn’t just about losing another; it’s about releasing who I used to be —

the version of me who kept trying to hold everything together,

who mistook endurance for devotion.

The other night I said goodbye to her — the old Karen —

the one who believed survival was the same as love.

That farewell felt like both death and baptism: the ego dissolving so the soul could finally breathe.

“But I don’t run from your shadow; the darkness always hides behind the sun.”

Now I understand the shadow was never my enemy;

it was love’s darker hand, guiding me toward wholeness.

Every heartbreak, every silence, every ending —

whether through a lover, a friend, an ally, or a dream that never materialized —

was love in another disguise, teaching me how to see beyond attachment.

I used to believe love left me each time someone did,

when a friendship drifted, a dream dissolved, or a partnership unraveled.

It was easy to say, “Love never came” —the ego’s way of avoiding the shadow, of not facing the deeper mirror.

But what if every ending was an initiation —

each absence a reflection, guiding me back to my Soul Self,

to the source of love within?

Maybe it wasn’t that love failed to arrive,

but that I wasn’t yet still enough to recognize its form.

The heartbreaks, the pauses, the lost opportunities —

they weren’t punishment, or even penalty.

They were sacred timing — the soul’s way of clearing space,

of preparing me to surrender.

Because love cannot be forced into arrival;

it can only be recognized.

So now, instead of asking Did love come?

I whisper to the quiet,

Love was always here — just waiting patiently to be seen.

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Until next time,

Karen Di Gloria

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