We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Two Minus One

When I was younger, I wanted people to love me but I didn't want to have to love them back.
When I was older, I wanted people to love me without me having to love them in return.
Now, I don't know what I want.

I look back wondering why didn't I want to love anyone.

I wanted to accumulate all the affection I could to fill the love I couldn't give others or myself.

Maybe they could show me how to love.

All the love I consumed still left me empty.