The Art of Balance: From Work to Love
I’ve found myself stepping into a new role as a Business Development Executive, where I bid for clients and make sure that both their needs and my company’s goals are met. It’s a position that demands care, precision, and attention to every detail because in this world, nothing thrives without balance. And as I work every day to earn the trust of those clients, I’ve realized something deeply personal, something about us.
You see, in this role, people say I’m good at what I do. My company believes I’m the best at understanding clients, not just delivering what they ask for but making sure they feel understood, valued. I don’t just offer solutions; I listen carefully to their needs, knowing that I have to meet their expectations without compromising the business. It’s a delicate dance, but one I’ve learned to navigate, always seeking that perfect harmony.
But when I think about this balance I create at work, I can’t help but think of us and how things were and how they could have been if only I had learned this lesson sooner. I didn’t always balance things right with you. Maybe I didn’t listen enough when you needed me to hear you. Maybe I didn’t show you that you were both my priority and the center of my heart. I was too caught up in my own hurt, too unaware of how much I could hurt you in the process.
Now, as I learn to handle the needs of foreign clients, I realize something more profound: the same principles apply to love. In this job, it’s not about who wins or loses; it’s about both sides feeling valued, heard, and fulfilled. That’s what I want for us. I didn’t always know how to make sure we both felt safe and cherished, but I know now.
The company says I’m the best at what I do managing expectations, guiding relationships, and making sure no one walks away feeling unsatisfied. I wish I had done that with you, made you feel like no matter what happened, your heart was safe with me. I know I can do that now. I can be the one who meets your needs, who listens when you speak, who cares for your heart without letting my own pain get in the way. I’ve learned that if I can do it for clients, I can surely do it for the woman I love.
This isn’t just about work; it’s about growth. The growth that taught me how to balance the needs of many without losing sight of my own values. I can handle those challenges, but more than that, I want to show you I can handle the challenges of love. I want to be the one who makes sure you don’t get hurt, and neither do I. Together, we can find a way to heal what was broken.
I’m not the same person I was. I’ve learned to be patient, to understand that love, like any relationship, requires careful tending, compromise, and a deep sense of trust. I want to earn that trust back from you the way I earn it from every client I meet. But this time, it’s not just for work it’s for us, for what we could be.
You deserve someone who knows how to care for you, who won’t let past mistakes define the future. I want to be that person, not just in my career but in my love for you. I hope one day you’ll see the man I’ve become, the one who knows how to handle your heart with the care and attention it deserves.
But there’s something that weighs heavily on me as I write this: you've blocked me from everywhere, and I don’t know how to reach you anymore. I can’t send you a message or call you just to say these words, so I’m writing this article with the hope that maybe, somehow, you’ll read it. Maybe you’ll see this and unblock me, even if just to hear me out. I don’t know if you’ll ever come across this or if any of these words will ever find their way to you.
Still, I’m holding onto the hope that you’ll read this and trust that this time, it really can be different. I’ve grown, that I’ve learned, and that I won’t let us fall into the same hurtful cycle again. I don’t know if you’ll ever see this article or any of the others I write with you in mind, but I can only wish for the best, hoping that somehow these words will reach you, and you’ll give us another chance.
Always,
Alex
