Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
I'm a puzzle, yes indeed. Ever complexed in every way. & all the pieces aren't even in the box. Yet, you see the picture clear as day. Accept me, flaws & all.
At this point I just want to be held, and I’ll go to anyone whose willing. As long as they don’t smell though lolll. I miss my dad, but I don’t see him a lot and every time he hugs me I feel like crying for some reason. No… I always cry when he hugs me.
In the end it really is the little things that get to me. A hug, a look, goodmornings, and goodnights. I realize that I need to feel, see and hear things. I crave verbal communication; that touch someone gives you when they want to be close.