It's weird isn't it.
Looking for a presence, again and again. Someone who could hold your hand, calm your stormy mind and soul. But what to do when you meet another storm?
It's a bliss to know someone similar to you. Who knows you struggles and can make you feel...not alone. But it takes your all to stay. Because you knw, it's tearing you apart.
Hope is the culprit. Hoping for a better tomorrow, a better path, a better conversation. Hope kills you. And you wish for that lost loneliness again.
Maybe this is what it means, I'm just a human. To love and and cry, to find and then lose, to care and hoping to never meet again. Again.
And here you are. Hoping. You never learn, do you?