admit something.

We pretend we have it all together when we're not all together because we forget that everyone else feels the same way. We all have it within ourselves that absolute ache to connect, but we deny strangers and friends and lovers that one heart's desire every day for what? The chance to separate ourselves from anyone else with the lie that we don't need, with every fibre of our beings, to Love and be Loved in return.

I love someone that needs to hear it and I won't tell them for fear of looking crazy.

Posted on December 25, 2009 and filed under writing-.