After my recent vacation from the world, I met a man that seemingly needs me as much as I need him. We are kindred spirits who share many of the same life views and interests. I do believe, along with my family that he is a reason for my revival. I finally figured out the other day, while running errands for him or making sure that something was done for him, that he gives me purpose. Life can be pretty lonely when no one needs you or wants you. What reason do we have for getting out of our bed if all we have to do is take care of our own daily needs. Routines are rote and there is no purpose in life when you are not accountable to anybody for anything. While I am not sure if any of my love is returned, I need to give it in order to feel fulfilled. Taking care of another gives me a reason for showering, making healthy meals, and pursuing a life beyond what I am used to living.
Meanwhile, the well of my soul is slowly being depleted and there is nothing to fill up the void. Is there a point in an adult friendship where you can ask that more be given? This has happened before in past relationships where I was dependent upon another person, but I have never been the one to ask for more for me. How do I fill this well that once overflowed with need for love? Now that I am needed, I keep pressing to get things done and they happen. So, the question must be asked if being needed is all one needs to feel loved, wanted, and appreciated. Am I getting the love that I need and desire? Does this well become empty? And is it appropriate for me to ask for love and appreciation in return?
If I am being filled with love and desire from another person, is that what it means to be loved? Am I fulfilling my own needs by fulfilling his? And does a friend need validation? I feel that I am stuck in a perpetual state of youth. I am stuck at 22 while my mind and soul are very old indeed. I wonder if there are truly healthy relationships, and I wonder if they will ever exist for me. Sometimes love is understood. Other times, it needs to be said. How do we know the difference?
I have loved, and I have lost, but if love is never requested, do we lose it in the first place?