deep down, deep inside of me I crave for love. I have this longing urge to dream about love, to feel love like they do it, so easily, in the movies, or in the books. everything seems so easy: they fall in love, they confess, and they dream about a future together. but in real life? the wonder is all I have. why can't I seem to do that? why can't I feel this aching urge to hold, to kiss, to love someone? sadly another question lies ahead; why does nobody loves me like I wish they do? the closest thing I ever felt to love, was with someone who still holds a special place in my heart. everything felt easy, just falling into place, like we were at the right place, in the right time. but was it Love with a capital L ? or was it some kind of urge inside of me? trying to convince myself I was lovable? trying to make sure I was not a broken piece? was it this craving? the same one that keeps researching love songs, the same one that keeps researching love books, just in order to make sure that I feel something. I have so much love to give, and yet I can't find anyone to give it to. am I missing out on something? something so easy that everyone can reach it, except for me. something so easy that everyone experienced, without me. twenty-one and never had a once-in-a-kind love story. twenty-one and saying out loud she doesn't want a prince charming, but still hoping, deep down, to be able to meet someone, that can make her feel, feel something, like a real fairy tale princess.
just want to give you a big hug 🫂💛
when i talk about u to D, i always say that if someone deserves to be loved, unconditionally, it’s u, definitely