Waiting for Someone Who Might Never Come Back – But I Still Can't Let Go

 

# How Can You Wait for Someone Who Might Never Come Back?

I ask myself this question every single day. I know the answer should be simple—I should move on, let go, stop waiting. But if it were that easy, I wouldn’t be here, writing this.  

Waiting isn’t something I chose. It’s something my heart decided on its own. No matter how much I try to reason with myself, no matter how many times I tell myself, *She’s not coming back. She’s already gone,* my heart refuses to listen. It still hopes. It still holds on.  

And that’s the hardest part. Knowing that I might be waiting for nothing. That she might never return. That she might have already moved on while I’m still stuck in the past, replaying old conversations, rereading messages, wondering where things went wrong.  

People say, *Why wait for someone who doesn’t even care?* But they don’t get it. It’s not about logic. It’s about the moments we shared, the way she made me feel, the way I *still* feel even after she’s drifted away. It’s about the fact that, deep down, I can’t bring myself to accept that this is how it ends.  

Maybe I’m being foolish. Maybe I’m just making it harder for myself. But how do you stop waiting when you never wanted to let go in the first place? How do you force your heart to unlove someone who still means the world to you?  

I don’t know how long I’ll wait. I don’t know if she’ll ever come back. But until the day my heart gives up on its own, I’ll still be here. Hoping. Waiting. Even if it means waiting for someone who might never return.  

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I Thought I Was Your Home, But I Was Just a Shelter – And Yet, I’m Still Waiting

 

# **I Thought I Was Your Home, But I Was Just a Shelter – And Yet, I’m Still Waiting**  

I don’t know why I ever thought I was different. That maybe, just maybe, I could be the one someone stayed with. That you would stay. But now, I see it for what it is. I was never a home. I was just a shelter.  

People come when they’re lost. When they need comfort. When the world is too cruel to face alone. And I—I give them warmth, I listen, I stay up all night making sure they’re okay. And once they’ve healed? Once they’ve found their way again?  

They start slipping away. Slowly. Silently. Until one day, I wake up and realize… they were never mine to begin with.  

And now, here we are. You’re still here, technically. But not really. It’s been 20 days since we actually *talked*—not just me trying, not just me waiting for a reply that never comes, not just you giving half-hearted responses. You’re avoiding me. Hiding something. And I don’t know why.  

Or maybe… I do.  

The day you confessed, something changed. Not just for us, but in me. I don’t know why, but after that, I started acting like I had some right over you. *Ye mat karo, wo mat karo. Yahan mat jao, wahan mat jao.* Do this, don’t do that. I don’t know when caring turned into controlling, when love turned into rules.  

And maybe that’s why we’re here today. Maybe I made you feel trapped instead of safe. Maybe, without realizing it, I pushed you away.  

I don’t know. I just… felt it. And if that’s true, if I ruined this with my own foolishness, then I don’t know how to fix it.  

I just know I’ll still be waiting.  

For the day you stop running. For the day you let me in again. For the day you realize my feelings weren’t a lie.  

I chased you when I had no chance. I kept trying. I never stopped. And now that I have even the smallest chance… I won’t let you go. I won’t let you down.  

Maybe it’s foolish. Maybe I should stop. But I won’t. Because I meant it when I said my search stopped at you. And deep down, I still hope… someday, you’ll come back.  

To anyone reading this—don’t make the same mistakes I did. Love isn’t about control. It’s not about setting rules. If you truly care about someone, give them freedom, not restrictions. Because once distance replaces closeness, once silence replaces conversations… you might realize it too late.

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Thought I Was a Home, But I’m Just a Shelter for Everyone

 

# **Thought I Was a Home, But I’m Just a Shelter for Everyone**  

I don’t know why I even thought I could be something more. I really believed I was a home—yours. That no matter what, you’d stay. But I was wrong. I was never a home. I was just a shelter.  

People come to me when they’re hurt, when they’re lost, when they have nowhere else to go. They find warmth, comfort, and understanding. And then, when they’re okay again, they leave. Every single time. And now, so have you.  

I told myself you were different. That even if the world changed, even if things got hard, you’d still be here. But you’re not. And I don’t even blame you. Maybe I was always meant to be temporary. Maybe I was only ever a place for you to rest until you could move forward without me.  

I hate this feeling—this emptiness you left behind. I keep telling myself to be strong, to accept it, to let go. But how do I let go of something that still lives in me? How do I move on when every part of me is still waiting for you to come back?

I’m Just A Shelter, Not A Home – A Heart-Touching Reflection on Love and Belonging

Introduction:

Have you ever felt like you were just a temporary place for someone—someone who stayed, but never truly belonged? This is the story of countless hearts that have provided shelter but were never embraced as a home.

In life, we often become a refuge for others, offering them warmth, love, and comfort. But sometimes, no matter how much we give, we remain just a shelter—never their final destination, never their true home.

The Pain of Being a Temporary Shelter

When you care deeply for someone, you give them everything: your time, your support, your love. You listen to their pain, wipe their tears, and stand by them through their darkest times. But when they heal, when they find their strength again, they leave—because for them, you were just a place to rest, not the place they wanted to stay forever.

It’s heartbreaking to realize that some people come into our lives only to take what they need and walk away when they no longer do. They don’t mean to hurt us, but the emptiness they leave behind is real.

The Difference Between a Shelter and a Home

A shelter provides comfort, but a home gives belonging.

A shelter is temporary – people come and go.

A home is permanent – people stay, not just physically, but emotionally.

A shelter is where people find relief from the storm – a home is where they choose to build their lives.

When you are just a shelter, you may be loved in moments of pain, but forgotten in moments of joy.

Learning to Let Go:

One of the hardest lessons in life is accepting that some people are not meant to stay. It’s painful, but it’s also a reminder that your love, kindness, and care were never wasted. You were the light in someone’s darkest night, even if they didn’t stay to see the sunrise with you.

Instead of feeling used or abandoned, take pride in being a shelter. You gave them strength when they needed it most. You played a role in their healing, even if they moved on without you.

Finding Your Own Home:

If you’ve been a shelter for too long, it’s time to find your own home. A home isn’t just a person—it’s a feeling of love, security, and belonging. It’s a place where you are valued, not just needed. It’s where you are chosen, not just found.

Surround yourself with people who don’t just seek shelter in your heart but want to build a life with you. Love yourself enough to stop being a temporary stop for others. You deserve a home too.

Conclusion:

“I’m just a shelter, not a home” is a painful realization, but it is also a stepping stone to self-discovery. Sometimes, we have to stop waiting for people to choose us and start choosing ourselves.

If you’ve ever felt like just a shelter, remember—one day, you will find someone who doesn’t just seek shelter in you but calls you home. Until then, be your own home, and never settle for less than you deserve. 

Love Means Effort!

 Love isn’t just a word—it’s an action. It’s about showing up, being present, and proving through your actions that someone truly matters to you.

Love means effort.

• It means making time for someone, not just saying you will.
• It means standing by them during the hardest times, not just when it’s convenient.
• It means listening—not just hearing—but truly understanding how they feel.
• It means showing them they are a priority, not an afterthought.

Love isn't a series of empty words, broken promises, or dismissing someone’s feelings.

If you want a relationship to work, you have to put in the effort. A relationship built on neglect, half-hearted gestures, or excuses will never last.

Being committed to someone means making a conscious effort for them. If you can’t do that, then let them go—because someone else will gladly give them the love and effort they deserve.

What Does Love Mean to You?

Drop your thoughts in the comments below! And if this resonates with you, share it with someone who needs to hear it. 

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सब कुछ अधुरा

 समय के भवर में फस के रह गया हूँ ; खुद की तलाश में खुद  से बिछर गया हूँ , 

मंज़िल की तलाश में मैंने कई ख्वाहिशों  को  दफनाया है , जिससे नफरत थी उसे गले लगाया है 

My Story 3 :- The Reason why I don't make friends!!

लेकिन अब क्या कर सकते थे जो होना था सो हो गया इसे बदल तो नहीं सकते थे । मैंने सोचा वहाँ  जाने से पहले उससे बात कर लूँ , उसे बता दूँ की मैं उसके के लिए क्या महसूस करता हूँ । इसलिए उसे ढूंढने लगा कैम्पस देखा ; कैंटीन देखा यहाँ तक की हमारे कॉलेज कैम्पस की lover’s spot भी देखा नहीं मिली ; फिर सोचा शायद वो वाशरूम में हो , लेकिन लड़कियाँ अकेले तो नहीं जाती और मुझे उसकी कोई फ्रेंड भी नहीं दिखी , और उधर बस के जाने का समय हो गया था ; गार्ड जी बताने आए मुझे की अब बस जाने वाली है तो मैं जाकर बैठ जाऊँ । मैं जब बस के अंदर गया तो देखा की सभी जगहें फुल्ल थी कुछ अपने अपने squad के साथ बैठे तो कुछ अपने duo के साथ मुझे नहीं लगता की ये बताने की जरूरत है की squad मतलब अपने फ्रेंड ज़ोन या besties के साथ और duo कहा जाये तो couples । तो ज़ाहिर सी बात है की कोई seat शेर नहीं करना चाहेगा । आप सब ये जरूर सोच रहे होंगे की मेरे फ़्रेंड्स भी होंगे तो मैं उनके साथ बैठ गया होगा लेकिन ऐसा नहीं है । दरअसल बात ये है कि मुझ में एक बुराई है कि मैं ज्यादा फ्रेंड्शिप नहीं करता जल्दी ; खुद में ही रेहता हूँ ; खुद से ही बातें करता हूँ । उसके पीछे बहोत से वजह हैं । सबसे बड़ी वजह ये है कि मैं डरता हूँ फ्रेंड्शिप करने से, कहीं उसे खो न दूँ ; वैसे तो आप सभी जानते हैं कि बचपन की फ्रेंड्शिप से ज्यादा सछ फ्रेंड्शिप और कोई नहीं होता । फ्रेंड्शिप तो बड़े भी करते है लेकिन सभी मतलब से करते हैं, आपको 10 में से 9 लोग आपको ऐसे मिलेंगे जो मतलब जो मतलब से सिर्फ फ्रेंड्शिप करेंगे। उनके फ्रेंड्शिप के पीछे क्या स्वार्थ होगा किसी को पता नहीं ।

THE PAST :

बात तब की है जब मैं 7 साल का था उस वक़्त मेरे बहोत से दोस्त थे लेकिन उनमे से एक मेरा बेस्ट फ्रेंड था ; उसे हम सभी प्यार से निककु बोलते थे हम दोनों में बहोत अच्छी दोस्ती थी । हम दोनों में हमेशा मुक़ाबला रेहता था की कौन जीतेगा और कौन हारेगा । कभी वो जीत जाता तो कभी मैं जीत जाता । हमलोग अक्सर स्कूल में ही मिला करते थे उसका घर मेरे घर से आधे घंटे की दूरी पर थी और मुझे अकले जाने नहीं दिया जाता था उतने दूर अगर कभी मैं ज्यादा ज़िद करता था तो माँ चलती थी साथ में ,ऐसे ही समय के साथ हमलोग और भी अच्छे दोस्त बन गए ; कहते हैं न की कोई भी खुशी ज्यादा दिन तक नहीं रहती और जो आपके सबसे करीब है उसे दूर कर देती है हमेशा के लिए ; ऐसा ही कुछ हुआ उस दिन भी बात है स्कूल की  उसने कहा की वो अगले दिन से नहीं आएगा क्योंकि उसके पापा का ट्रान्सफर हो गया है , मुझे सुनने में गलत फहमी हुई और मुझे लगा की वो अगले दिन नहीं आएगा, उसने मुझे अपना नंबर दिया ताकि मैं उससे बात कर सकु । आप सभी को याद हो शायद उस वक़्त एक पेंसिल बॉक्स आती थी जो फोन की तरह दिखता था , तो मैंने उसके नंबर को अपने फोन से डायल किया मेरा मतलब पेंसिल बॉक्स से और मैंने उसे बोला की उसे कॉल कर दिया है मेरा नंबर उसके फोन में चला गया है , वो मुझे बोल रहा था की ये असली नहीं है इससे कॉल नहीं लगता है मैंने उसकी बात मानी ही नहीं उसने नंबर एक कागज पर लिख कर मेरे जेब में रख दिया और उसने मुझे बोला कि मैं उसे कॉल करू घर जा कर । मैं जब घर गया तो भूल गया कॉल करना और जब याद आई तो नंबर खो चुकी थी क्योंकि माँ ने ड्रेस धुलने के लिए दे दिया था । मैंने सोचा कोई न अगले दिन स्कूल में मिलुंगा तो  ले लूँगा लेकिन वो नहीं , मेरे कुछ दोस्तों ने बताया कि वो अब नहीं आएगा । 

My Story:-2 (Farewell Venue changed )!

Today I drank too much before going to the farewell in which I started feeling that "YES!" I can speak or propose her without any nervousness ; Now it was time to go to the party , So I left my room by bike. 

Wait wait not by my bike, I don't even know how to drive a bike ; I've just booked an OLA . Along the way did some shopping to propose her; Like: Ring & one of her favourite chocolate. Now , I've reached my destination. I'm sure you guys must be thinking why didn't I purchase rose or other flowers rather than chocolate; cuz every lovers do the same to propose ; But what should I do, I am not an experienced holder in that matter never proposed and never ever thought that I'll plan or try to propose a girl without any result. I was going to propose for the first time.

When I reached college, I came to know that some changes have happened regarding Farewell. Actually those changes happened only a few days ago, I also got the message but I didn't pay attention. I came to know that the farewell venue has been shifted to another branch and we will be taken there by college bus. Hearing all this, I felt that someone had come to know about my proposal plan and deliberately changed the venue.

My Story :-1 (Will she accept my proposal )?

 Today is the last day of my college and I was going to see her for the last time. I fell in love with her from 1st year when I saw her for the first time in the college canteen, in clear words love at first sight happened. The entire college had a crush ; I was also one of them , many times I tried to propose her but was afraid why  I was afraid could not know ; AS DAYS BECAME WEEKS , WEEKS BECAME MONTHS AND MONTHS BECAME YEARS with time my luv for her increases more in my heart.

It's not that I didn't think of friendship with her , but whenever I tried to talk to her , always found her in anger , I would back down ; Now call it co-incidence or my bad luck , but let me tell you a secret , she looks even more cute in anger.

Well let's leave all these things , today is the last day of my college , that means a farewell function in  college and so before going to farewell ; I did physical practice and preparation in front of mirror and built up confidence a bit explained to the mind that this the last moment for you ; Always wanna be with this guilt that should have tried once and should have cleared by rejecting or accepting. 

By the way let me tell you one thing , I am a very decent boy never ever touched smoke or drink. But today not only touched but drank also just a little bit, Why I did let me explain you! Just like a booster is needed to boost any speed , in the same way , a drink is like a booster in the life of every of person but specially for boys, which boosts confidence so  that he can speak the truth which is very important for life which he cannot speak in his senses ; I did the same thing.