Romance. Love.
Just words.
Just words?
Funny, but they are more too; aren’t they?
Every time…oh, I don’t know what I want to say!
There was a time that I was mourning love lost (or unfulfilled, perhaps), and during this period I cried a lot. I cried when I saw love.
I seem to be back to it, or in a similar period of my life. Once again, the mere sight or sound or smell of love, of romance, and people connecting and hearts soaring, it sets my eyes to violently gushing. It generally only lasts a few seconds, and then I either stuff it back down or I pray that God will send me love soon.
I do not want to be feeling sorry for myself. Not sure if that is what makes me cry, or not.
After all, its just words, right? But when it is words that you are without, it means a lot to not have them.
Sometimes in life, it is alright to be by yourself, to be unloved and to not love another. I know, I have gone through a period like that lately. It is part of life. But I am through that period, and on to another.
I want to love again. Is that so wrong?
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