there's a space between words and memories
There are people who wants to be loved, but there are also ones who wishes to love.
I’ve had several people say, “You’re so lucky you’re loved.” I wish they can understand that as much as they wanted to be loved, as lonely as it feels, I, too, wish to be able to return all the love I’ve received.
Inside is so cold. Numbers and theories, facts and steps. Systems. Content. But I am content. I am content. ‘Happy’?
In order to make people know I appreciate- to make them feel loved, is to love? I do not understand. I wish to. So far I merely mirror actions and words I’ve seen and heard, and when people question further I simply can’t respond.