I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
I need to keep telling myself that it doesn’t matter if I am lonely. I deserve to be adored, I deserve to have someone be excited about me, I deserve to be swept off of my feet. Not only do I deserve that but I want that. I don’t want to settle and I dont deserve to have to settle. I am worth real love.