Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
One day I will fall in love again.
I will meet someone willing to stay for more than just one night and he will love my hungry need and my eccentric ways of loving him.
He will be kind and passionate, poetic in more ways than words and he will make me into lyrics and string me into his own love song.
I will love him more than I ever loved you, and he will see that I am not as broken as you thought I was, that I am the enigma he swore himself to understand.
I will be happy. I will be loved. He will understand me more than you ever did despite my sluggish ways and my unkempt priorities and he will adore all of it. He will adore all of me.
I swear, I will be loved. I will forget that you ever called me beautiful once and I will regret ever wishing you to come back because you are not what I need and you are not who I want.
I want him and he will come and he will love me just as much as I will love him.
I will be okay.