Today only
I have a bucket of fresh tears here.
I want to be in love.
But more egotistically - I want to be loved and adored by many people that I will never see. Because…that is what happens to me.
Because we want what we can’t have.
We want to touch what is not there.
We want to reach for the out of reach.
We want to desire the undesired.
We end up going for the ones that are completely wrong for us and passing by the ones that will truly and endearingly forever love us unconditionally.
Because we are the wounded and we are the hurt and pain makes us comfortable.
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