i feel like this ALL the time.

"Like, for once, I was needed in someone else’s’ life. All my life I’ve been concerned about whom I needed in my life, who was important to me. I would find them, and they would be temporarily permanent in my life. I would make them a big deal in my head, but little did I know, I was just a speck of dust in their eyes. And so they came and went, and I suddenly became recyclable, reusable, and replaceable. Especially replaceable. And you know what a good feeling is? Feeling wanted. That’s how I felt with you. I didn’t need to impress you, I didn’t need to win you over as a friend, you were just there for me and I was there for you. There was nothing more to it. Feeling wanted. Isn’t it bittersweet?"