Seeing couples in public makes me want to cry.
And not in the, "aww they're so cute!" cry,
No. When I see couples, holding hands and imagining a life with the other person,
I want to cry for the experiences I don't get.
I know I should be happy for them, that one day, I will experience the same thing.
But falling in love had been a guilty pleasure of mine since I was a little girl.
Even when I had grown into an independent woman I still stare at that cold, empty spot in the bed next to me.
Sometimes I daydream about what it would feel like to have someone love me as much as they do in the stories, but when I come back down to earth, I sit alone.
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A/N: I always write best when I am sad and listening to Conan Gray.
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PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
