I want to cry…
Was it really love?..
Or was it just that feeling… that quiet, aching need to be needed?
Maybe I wasn’t in love with you at all, but with the way you looked at me when you needed me.
Maybe it wasn’t about love, but about purpose — about feeling like I mattered to someone, even for a while.
Because sometimes, being needed feels so close to being loved that it’s easy to mistake one for the other.
And only later, when the silence comes, do you start to wonder which one it really was…
I was ready to do anything for you and now you’re ready to do anything for someone else.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How the same love, the same devotion, just shifts, like it was never mine to keep, only to hold for a moment. And I keep asking myself if you ever felt it the way I did, or if I was just a chapter you closed without looking back.
And was it truly love after all… or did I just want to be needed by you, seeing that look in your eyes, that quiet desire, the way you reached for me not out of love, but out of emptiness you wanted to fill?
Maybe I mistook your need for closeness as love,
and my urge to save you as something sacred.
But love shouldn’t hurt this much, should it?
It shouldn’t leave you wondering if it was ever real.