Empty Cup, Real Love

I used to think being needed meant being loved. So I became everyone's safe place.

The friend who always picked up. The one who never said no. Until one night

I texted seven people. None replied. I sat there staring at my phone like it was broken.

But it wasn't the phone. I had filled my life with people who only knew how

to take. That silence taught me something. You can't pour from an empty cup.

Real love doesn't drain you. It refills you too.