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.