My eyes grew weary, and I stopped searching, Because I understood That I have it already. That which I am looking for, to give to my soul as food. And it's me, simply that and I am good.

The search ends without another person arriving. After looking outward for something that would satisfy him, he recognises himself as someone worth loving. Nothing new has appeared. What changes is where he looks for the care and value he has been seeking. Stopping brings relief because the search no longer feels necessary.

That relief comes after disappointment, so it carries caution too. He is tired of risking his heart and has chosen to keep it to himself. The discovery does not erase that hurt or turn it into trust. Self-love and reluctance to love again sit together, rather than one neatly resolving the other.