I am lonely.
I need to love someone.
But I am only lonely for the right love.
The good love.
The kind of love I know exists.
The kind that makes even the most basic of tasks feel magical.
The grocery store shopping joy love.
The can’t wait to just do nothing all day with you love.
I do not need a body to fill the void.
If anything it will make the void more obvious. Impossible to fill the entire hole.
It only serves of a reminder of how much better things could be.
It’s like a Wholefood’s peach cobbler.
All you do is compare it to your grandma’s and it makes you miss her more while you wonder if it’s worth the calories.