Is this Love???

 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.