I wish he still wrote me love letters.
I wish to feel the safeness of being intertwined.
I have a hole.
It’s this emptiness feeling that doesn’t go away with food.
It’s a sadness that just lingers and it’s a sadness that probably could be relieved with connectedness.
Is it possible to love but forget how to love?
I want to be loved.
I want to be madly, deeply loved.
I want to be told, I’m beautiful.
I’m desired.
I’m unique.
When I’m thought of, their heart grows ten times and a smile creeps on that is more powerful than any potion or elixir.
I don’t want to be jaded.
I don’t want to be the afterthought.
I don’t want to be expected.
I want to a be a person’s smile.
