I am incapable of romantic love and for that I cried inside. I know from myself that I am naive and ignorant of how to appear myself, to be proper for a relationship. No one truly and deeply likes me. I am aware of that. It is not that it’s sad. only fool can say that “no. do not lose hope. i am sure someone out there admires you.” I pity them. they don’t understand. I am comfortable my way. that is a fact. I loathed men.
but down in my deepest desire. I long for a love so beautiful. for someone who mean to tell me “you are the love of my life”. I desire that unfortunately. curiosity it may be perhaps. but can we not agree that it could be the most beautiful thing you can experience in your lifetime?
while we are blinded by romance, where for some reason we cannot explain how the so-called love can easily neglect our rationality.
My heart is of burning desire. I cannot wait for him to show. but at the same time afraid. I am lost in my fantasy, of ideas troubling me, of potholes in my brain digging itself.
…but this must I remember: I am beautiful and worthy. Standards set high for character and morale, I must persevere the realm of peace.