Maybe it was never about love

Longing for love isn’t really the desire to be loved.
It’s more like searching for someone who fits the pieces of you
that went missing a long time ago.
Not someone who makes living harder,
but someone steady enough, gentle enough,
persistent enough to keep you here a little longer.

Sometimes, it’s the idea you fall for,
in the abyss of your thoughts,
the idea of being cherished like in the movies,
loved like in the books,
appreciated like in the poems.

Or maybe, it’s wanting to be the author who loves,
or the quiet hand shaping the movie you’ve been carrying in your mind—
and maybe, to finally become
what you once only longed for.

A love that steadies you,
yes, that too.
A love that never feels like a chore,
that doesn’t drain you,
just warm enough to keep you grounded

so yes… maybe it was never love you wanted,
just the feeling of finally belonging somewhere.
a place your heart could rest without fear,