thinking about life and love
My heart aches and aches for a love I’ve never had.
The lack of fulfillment in my soul should be left untouched, but loneliness is timely. Maybe this solitariness is necessary for love to be felt when it one day arrives, and maybe it’s sooner than I think.
Or maybe, it’s simply unreachable.
But I long for more connections. Not just romance, but people I can love and learn and explore with. Honest friendships. The kind that talks all night and all day, speaking truths they didn’t understand without the other. But those are far too rare.
Even rarer is honest, real love.
But, my darling, I will find you one day. I know it. I believe in fate.
Just why are you so damn difficult to find?
I thought I found you just last year. Multiple times. I was so wrong. Funny how the gap between people can span inimitable distances.
To my lost lovers and loves to be found, you deserve your own happy endings.
But I’d like to believe I do, too.
