Dear Love,
I don't hate you, surprisingly. I might say that I do but I don't. I long for you. I long to feel love on my lips again. I long to feel its warmth in the middle of the night. But I always end up getting hurt.
I feel like you're this complex thing but in the purest form, you're not complex. You're just . . . love.
It's complex sometimes but I feel like you don't want it to be like that. Serectly I've always wanted the complex and mind-controlling type of love. I wanted someone to be jealous, I wanted someone to fight for me. I don't want that anymore . . . well I still do but I also want someone who likes dancing in the rain and wants to dance around the kitchen in refrigerator light.
I long for that as well but I can't seem to find it and that breaks me so much. It's like a ton of bricks hit me in the back.
I wish I didn't need you. But I do because I've always wanted that Disney/rom-com kind of love. Still do. Always will.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Life
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