Ananda

I crave affection, I want to be loved. I want someone to hold my hand and tell me I’m beautiful. I want someone to run their fingers over my scars and let me know everything is going to be OK. I want to feel unconditional love from someone who isn’t my father; to say what I feel and to be met only with a smile. I want to be held as I cry and to be kissed to stop my mouth’s rambling. I want acceptance, and for my faults to be looked at with wonder.

I know I’m romanticizing romance and that even if I got these things I’d still want more—maybe that’s just human nature. But now that I’ve been content for a while, I want to be happy. Many people say happiness isn’t something that can be given since it comes from within; I disagree. ♦