I watched a semi-romantic movie this evening (it doesn't matter which one) and I wept like a baby.
Do babies weep? I know they cry, but weeping is a different sort of thing. I don't know if babies can feel the kind of grief that calls for weeping.
Anyway, I wept.
I've been working hard these last two weeks on mindfulness and learning to love myself. It's working, for the most part.
But tonight I am just so lonely.
It's a searing pain in my chest.
I just want to be snuggled up with someone who kisses my forehead and looks into my eyes.
I want to breathe in the scent of her hair and stroke her arms.
I want someone to talk to.
I am learning to love myself
but God only knows how long it will be until someone else learns to love me.
I am learning that I am lovable,
but that's not the same as being loved.
9:33 p.m. - 2014-07-11
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