I have separation anxiety because everytime I thought I connected to someone or a place, either they left or I did. My soul longs for a deep connection that ensures me of security that no matter how bad my day was, no matter if my depression took over my day and I end up sleeping with self-pity or deprivity, they will be still there. But one night, my other side spoke to me gently. She reminded me that someday, someone will come along and value my brokenness, someone who might leave and yet come back because I'm where they belong, someone who cries with me when I'm broken and dance with me at 3 am. And someone I would do the same no matter what the situation is. For someone, I am their home and that someday is not too far as long as my breaths hold hope and my smile shinea bright.
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Love In Different Faces
RomanceShort stories, poems, quotes, emotions. Some of the ideas are inspired from the songs I listen, some from my life, some from my daydreams, some from my close friends. I will be writing about how love is defined by different people but mostly it mig...
