To be noticed. To be important. To be special. To hear his voice, to touch his skin.
I really did want a lot of things, although I tried my best not to hope or ask for too much. Not to feel entitled to everything.
I don’t know when it will stop hurting. The hurt of not feeling pain inflicted by him. I have inflicted it on myself.
I am like an addict; I became addicted to the thought of him, and I am just going to have to take it one day at a time.
Lisa Gray 