laying in bed and staring at my ceiling, wondering if i will ever be worthy of any sort of love.
there’s nothing more that i want than to spend my life with someone who truly and genuinely loves me. someone who will never give up on me, even when things are hard. someone who will lift me up when im feeing down, as i will do for them. i want to feel secure and warmth while being embraced by them, like nothing else matters but that. someone who i can trust, knowing they would never do anything to hurt me. someone who loves me. truly. loves me.
my luck in love only seems to be temporary. i’m always replaced for someone else, or im just the second option when the first doesn’t work out. what is wrong with me? why can’t genuine love ever find me?
…am i even worthy of it?
