I believed love was mutual.
Yet here I am, emptied out, still calling it love.
I thought love was give and take.
But giving yourself away and receiving nothing… maybe that’s love too, just the lonelier kind.
I thought love meant exchange.
But to lose yourself entirely and be met with silence—perhaps that’s love’s final lesson.
I once thought love was balance.
Now I wonder if loving is just giving until there’s nothing left to give.
I once believed love was a sharing of souls.
But to offer mine whole and take nothing in return… is that love, or quiet ruin?
I thought love was a balance of hearts.
Yet I gave mine entire, and found no echo. Still, I called it love.
I believed love would give as it takes.
But to surrender oneself fully and be met with absence—perhaps that too bears love’s name.
I once thought love was fairness.
Now I see it may be devotion that asks for nothing, and leaves only ache behind.

Whatever it may be love is always love.well written from bottom of heart
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