this is crazy now…

It never fails that when depression washes over me so does something else; a desire to be loved again. I miss love. The apprehensive brushing of hands, of lips. I miss the safety that comes with being adored by another human being. I was loved once, a very long time ago and while I’m not the person I once was, I still think that somewhere out there, someone is waiting. I’m just hoping he doesn’t wait too long…

Short post this time.

talk to you soon…

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