AM I SOMEONE'S PERSON?

LOVE. Something that I have always given to people who may not even be capable of handling it.
Yes, I know my parents love me, and so does my chaotic family, but sometimes it feels like I am only capable of receiving their efforts and love when I do things that make them feel good and proud, or simply by being their dutiful daughter.
But what about when I’m not that version?
When I’m quiet. When I fail. When I’m messy, moody, or not “easy to love”?
Does the love still stay?
Or is it something I have to keep earning over and over again?
And my friends… one of my top priorities.
But am I theirs?
Am I the person who comes to mind when they think of love?
Am I the person that they think of when something good or bad happens to them?
Because I always do that, sharing every moment I can with the people I call mine.
How do I tell them that I want to be seen and loved in the way I do?
They say, “Love without expectations.”
But when you love someone endlessly, don’t you deserve some of it too?
Don’t you deserve not to feel blue and have someone only for you?
Because they say that you won’t feel blue when you have your person...
But what if I STILL FEEL BLUE BECAUSE THE "YOU" HAS SOMEONE NEW?
Am I someone’s person?
Sometimes, it feels like I’m always trying.
Always proving.
To them. To myself.
Like if I’m not perfect, I’ll stop being worthy of love altogether.
But slowly, I’m starting to see it.
That I don’t need to be chosen to be whole.
That love isn’t something I have to beg for or chase.
That I’m not “too much.” I’m not “not enough.”
So maybe, just maybe,
I must try to become my own before I can be someone else’s person.
Because how can I feel whole and content with someone else while I’m still searching for those misplaced pieces of myself?
And when I do that, love myself like I want to be loved,
I will know that yes, I am the person
And never question myself again with:
“Am I someone’s person?”