Let me bare it all.
Yes, I am looking for love. I wish to have someone who'd take me for I am. I wish to love someone and to be loved in return. I wish to have someone I know who'll be there to listen to me without me feeling insecure. I wish to have someone I know who'd never make me feel like a burden. I wish to have someone to care fore me as much as I can care for them. I wish to have someone to pray together with. I wish to have someone to think of a future with.
I know I have so much love to give so yes, I am looking for love.
I have so much hope in every soul I meet. One at a time, I treat them with kindness hoping that he is the one for me. But each time, my God, each time I fail and I experience mini heart breaks on my own. I might be entirely at fault because I allowed them to enter my life in the first place, but can you blame me when I feel happiness for simple good morning texts, for sweet caring words during the day and for that special feeling they give at first. Yes, at first.
I might have been looking at the wrong place because everything seems to be a routine now. That full blast interest at first and after the meeting, they're ghosting. I usually never ask why because my heart knows why. It is very clear.
Yet, I havent lost hope yet. What I'm afraid of is waking up one day and losing that hope in finding true love and become numb, numb for feelings, knowing how it works and not wanting any of it anymore. I hope not.