I wonder where you are.
And at times, I ponder your existence.
Though surely, you exist, right? You have to. I have so much love to give. And I promise you, when I do find you, or when you find me, I’ll try my hardest. I also promise you that you will never have to feel less than you are loved. I want to be so confident that you aren’t going to slip away that the clouds of doubt never plague my mind. And with that confidence, with that reassurance, I will love you with every fibre of my being. I ask for your actions to prove that you do at least love me, that’s all. Is that not too much to ask?
I need you, and I need you to need me. Because I hardly doubt that anyone wants to feel disposable.