Some people say they love you, but do you actually feel loved by them. Is their version of love anything close to the love you always wanted. Or do they just love the convenience of having you around when it suits them. Sometimes it's you who loves them, and they just love the comfort you bring. It's not an equal relationship, it's an arrangement wrapped in false affection. You give your heart, they give you presence - nothing more, nothing meaningful. You keep hoping it will change, but they stay exactly who they are. And deep down, you know you will never find happiness in something so hollow. Because love should feel like love - not like settling for scraps.