Someday I'll meet her
and all of this will seem like nothing.
Just a prelude to a kiss.
Someday,
maybe someday soon,
I will be wanted,
desired.
Our present always dictates our memories.
So when I am loved,
I will feel as if I was always loved.
I know this.
I know the feeling in my chest right now is an illusion of sorts.
I know that my life isn't made up of being rejected by women,
That this is just my memories being filtered through my present circumstance.
But Fuck, does it ever feel real.
I just want to be wanted.
But no one wants me.
11:52 p.m. - 2014-08-23
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