How much do you really mean to someone? And how could you ever know? The odd thing about being in a relationship is you can love a person so much and never know how they really feel about you. But then again you can ask yourself the question, does it even matter? It's not a simple dilemma and it needs some thought before understanding. Again, this could come down to the issue of trust. But breaking down to it needs some tackling of the dirt covering up it all. Being in a meaningful relationship requires selflessness, dependence, stability, communication. Selflessness--showing concern for the welfare of another motivated by no concern for oneself. Dependence, the healthy kind of course-- needing (or again, in a healthy way wanting) someone for reliance, confidence, trust. Stability-- the attribute of being firm, steadfast and of consistent character even with another. Last but not least, character-- an account to one's qualities of morals and ethics. So once you have these fundamentals you have broken down the barrier between your heart and well, him. To give him yourself, in all completeness requires these and you do this because you find no other reason not to. Either the former, or you just don't want to believe the other reasons. Moving along, you have given your all to the other person and realize that you have given yourself only to come across as one-half of the puzzle. To what extent is that care and selflessness for another reciprocal? Here I stand, in wonderment. In the many years of true care and compassion for another human being other than oneself, you can find yourself in a moment of recognition, realization, and bewilderment. From your standpoint, you know what you have given, and what you have done to give your part in the relationship and it occurs to you, what has he? What has he done? And you think about it and you realize the great things he's done, to stick by you, to support you, to be there for you, to help you, to care for you. Still, are his even in any way equivalent to your own? Is it even possible for you to doubt the idea that maybe, just maybe you can't say the words "I know he loves me" to yourself? Or should that not even matter? Or does it only matter that you give your all in to a relationship that you yourself truly care about because you know that you have done your best in loving and caring and giving on your part? So let's say we do the latter, you are blinded by the love you have for him that you don't see his side, where there is his trust, his honesty, his selflessness, his dependence on you. Loving someone could be the greatest thing you could ever experience in life, but at what cost does he feel the same? Is it before or after you realize that you have given more than he has or before or after he realizes that he has taken and taken and now there's just nothing left to take? At what cost will you risk your heart, for him? For love? Or for yourself?