a girl on a bench

Sometimes we forget how to be what someone needs when they need us the most, simply because of the pressure on us to be what they need.
Never have I wanted so much to be what he needed that day. Every time I stepped past him, every time I looked his way, I criticized myself — “Should I have brushed by instead and gave some affection? Should I have used a different facial expression?”

Ridiculously so, I exhausted myself from trying to be enough for his happiness, and ended up being nothing at all.

I suppose the people who love us, love us and choose us because we already are what they need, without even trying to be.