What we give isn’t always reciprocated. And we tell ourselves that’s okay, because that’s just who we are. We are the givers; the sanctuaries, the warm hugs, the tenderness in a world full of cruelty. We are the warriors for the weak, the lyrics to the song a lost soul needed to hear.
We are not here to fill voids, we are here to make strangers feel seen and heard. We are the smile, the kindness for the downtrodden, the last glimmer of hope for those ready to let go.
Still, we cling to love with quiet ferocity. We press our faces to the glass, watching others fall into it; waiting, wishing, wanting, hoping, dreaming of the day when the love we give is freely given to us. We wait, and we wait, with the blind faith of a child.
But I won’t let this world change my heart. I won’t let my failures tear me apart. I will keep giving, not because I have to, but because I have it to give. Not because I expect it in return, but because maybe… loving others is the point.
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