HE is searching. HE is searching for something to make him happy, something to fill a void. HE is searching for his purpose. As much as I wish I could make it better, cure his hurt & give him purpose, I can't. I realized this last night. Sure, he can love me with all of him, but I will never be what defines him. I have to let him go. I have to let him go do what he feels he needs to do, and my only job is to stand still and look pretty; to stand by his side to be a shoulder to cry on should he need it, a hug to receive, comforting words to listen to, and just plain old me, should he ever feel like he has no one, there I'll be- loving him all the time.
It's a strange concept for me. I feel like I've believed for so long that when you love someone, and they love you it is the end all- all that matters is that you are together. But everyone has something that makes them tick, a purpose. Everyone needs someone, but everyone needs something else as well. I hope HE finds his something else.
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