I cannot wait to be loved the way I love.
adulthood can be so lonely. I love my family and friends, but there are pockets of life that they nor myself can satisfy. I wanna be held by someone who loves me romantically. I wanna come home and hear about his day and share mine. I want to bicker about whose turn it is to refill the ice tray, because I know romantic love isn’t always rainbows and daisies. Tired of hearing “love yourself” / “love comes when you’re not looking for it” / “your time will come” because, enough. No one loves me more than me, that cup is full. Ready to forfeit and accept that Love forgot me.
















