All a simple matter of being loved

Thinking about it all I just figured that what keeps me restless is the need to be loved.
To have that one person who cares about you, think about you and who wants to know what's going on in your life for the good and the bad. I just need to be hugged, kissed and have a shoulder where I could put my head and rest, but all I have are my bare hands.
So I concluded why I've been giving myself so much to something that is not even real. I give what I like to receive, however feelings are not immediately reciprocal. If I love that doesn't mean I'll be loved back. As hard as it comes to light, this true fact is as simple as it can be, instead of this never ending maze I put myself in with no way out. The only exit is to give up and go back from where I started.
Love will always be love, even if you don't get anything in return.
Therefore I breath deeply and try once again to wash away what remains.
To cut that strong bond that keeps me attached so deeply into some idea that doesn't even sound real anymore.
But I feel bold for having the strength to hold this for so long, keeping hopes up even when there was nothing to reach out for and for never hiding what I feel. At least I gave what I have in any way I could, for love when is felt it's meant to be shared, even though sometimes it causes pain and bruises, but the best of it, love heals it all. I never meant to do any wrong, but sometimes it all goes as not expected. Not everything is perfect, why would why, I tried not to make mistakes, and in the end, looking from far all I can see is that everything I did was so wrong. I showed my worst, when I have so many good sides to share. It doesn't matter anymore, we are our attitudes and I regret them all.