Longing for the Darkness | I wanted to be needed more than I wanted to be loved

If asked, I would give everything.

You were my everything.

In your scarred self,
perhaps I saw a reflection of my own.

The times he would contact me
were always days when something had gone wrong.

Complaints.

Weakness.

Things he couldn't tell anyone else.

I just listened to it all.

It's okay.

It will work out.

As I lined up those words,
in truth, I was a little happy.

That he relied on me.

He needed me, too.

When he couldn't stand on his own,
I was needed.

He was always leaning on me.

That weight
gave me a sense of being alive.

So, I wasn't
supporting him.



Back then, the one who wanted support
was probably me.

I thought being needed was love.
▶︎ The OS Woman | Chapter 2: Love Based on the Wrong Premise

▶︎ ① The story of how I, who grew up being told "you're no good," am now teaching others how to be "the one chosen"

▶︎ We didn't touch. ——But you touched my heart