I wanted you to see me. That I was ready to fulfill your every desire. Your smile, laughter, your cries... your tears mean so much more ..so much more. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to see your dreams come true. You could have been so much more. My every moment, my reason for being. A love that gives unconditionally to those unwilling to receive, my foolish philosopher, all these things and so much more. I am starting to think "you" will never exist. In these moments while reflecting I see how "he" could never be "him". Thus this life, the reason for it, I haven't found it yet..
The caged bird sings because, …birds sing.
I've stopped imagining what a love life would be like. From what I've seen it's hard not to be pessimistic. The thought that nothing last forever is really troubling to me.