In a moment I thought again, "If he would just love me more, or, maybe he will love me more..." and then a silent voice rushed in quietly and whispered, "but you still have to love you, and maybe once you do, he will, but until you do, it doesn't matter if he does..."
And there was peace, only for a moment, until the tug of wanting it to be someone else's responsibility kicked in.
And then I loved my self, just a little bit, and kept walking