We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Sarang

I miss love.
But I never had it or held it.
I can never recognize it's scent because I haven't been near it.
I miss it though.
I miss the racing beat of my virgin heart.
I miss the hand that I never held.
I miss the lips I never kissed.
Do I sound pathetic?
I'm surrounded by the liking and the love that exist among others.
I'm started to think that this so called thing called love will never be in my reach.
Something that I can't obtain.
I wish and pray and I want to be loved and to love.
Because I miss it.
I miss love.