I want to fall in love again.
I want to be in love.
I still love, but I am not in love.
Not with a person, I do not need any one person.
I haven’t yet and I won’t.
But I need love.
I want to fall in love with what I’m doing in my life.
Love places, views, jokes, ideas, jobs, anything really.
I need to be reminded what it feels like to be flamingly in love with my life.
Who I am is the love that I give out.
I am very lost, having very little love.