You love someone who doesn't love you the same way

Ah, the ache of loving more than you are loved — I know it, and I will be tender and honest with you both at once. Loving harder will not make them love you more — love is not a debt that accumulates until they must repay it, so you can pour yourself out endlessly and it will not manufacture a feeling that is not there; the harder you love, the more you often teach them they can have your devotion for free. An unequal love slowly diminishes the one who loves more — you live in a grinding ache, always a little unchosen, shrinking yourself to be more deserving, and I ask you to see honestly the price you pay, which may be more than the love is worth. And you deserve to be loved as much as you love — there are people who will meet your devotion with their own, and a love that only half-meets you is not the ceiling of your worth but a place you stopped, believing it was all there was. Do not spend your one heart on someone who will only half-want it. Who are you loving more than they love you?