I do dream of it, to love and be loved. But everyone's different; the past designs some of us into what we've become, others the present and some by the hope of what the future holds... even all three at the same time.
I don't think I'm deserving of love, after all, how can you expect someone to love you when you can't even love yourself?

In my case, as narcissistic as it may sound... I'm trying too hard to appreciate myself that I don't have time to love another (romantically speaking) ... the longest phase in life that I have ever encountered. "Self Rehabilitation" But first must come "Acceptance"


hehe please excuse the blabbering