Everything You Need from Them Is Really Something You Need from Yourself



I loved you. I loved you with everything in me, with every glance, every unspoken word, every moment where my heart ached for you in silence. But you… you loved someone else. And that is the kind of pain that doesn’t just break you—it reshapes you.

I watched you laugh with him. I watched your eyes light up in a way they never did for me. I told myself that if I stayed, if I waited, if I loved you hard enough, maybe—just maybe—you’d see me. Maybe one day you’d wake up and realize I was the one who truly cared, the one who would never leave, the one who loved you even when it hurt.

But love doesn’t work like that, does it?

"You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that." – Warsan Shire

Loving You Was a Fire That Only Burned Me

I convinced myself that your happiness was my happiness, even when it meant watching you love someone else. I told myself that if I stayed, at least I wouldn’t have to bear the agony of losing you completely. But what I didn’t realize was that I had already lost—because you were never mine to begin with.

I clung to every moment, every smile, every accidental brush of your hand, searching for signs that you might love me too. I became a prisoner of my own hope, a fool waiting for something that was never coming.

"Unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded." – Elle Newmark

I kept asking myself: Why am I not enough? But now I realize, it was never about being enough. It was never about me at all.

Reclaiming What Was Always Mine

The love I gave to you—the late-night thoughts, the endless care, the silent prayers—I am taking it all back. Not because I don’t love you, but because I finally understand that I deserve to be loved in return.

I thought I needed you to feel worthy, to feel whole, to feel seen. But the truth is, everything I needed from you was always within me. The love I was begging for? I could have given it to myself. The validation I sought? It should have come from me.

"You will never be good enough for the wrong person, but for the right person, you will be more than enough." – Unknown

So here I am, stepping away from the wreckage of a love that never belonged to me. I am no longer waiting for you to see me, to choose me, to love me back. I am choosing myself.

Because in the end, the love I was searching for in you was always mine to give.


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