People around me, will always say, that I'm forever, seeking love.

Yet, what they don't know, is that it's not love that I seek, but it's company, that I crave for.



I miss having someone around to laugh and cry with.

I miss having a good meal, be it at the roadside, or in a upscale restaurant, with people, that knows me, and takes me as I am.

I miss watching reruns on tv with someone next to me, the two couch potatoes.

I miss sitting by the beach, catching the sunrise, with you.

I miss running, with the kite flying above me, and you, running alongside me.

I miss the long car rides, with you by my side, and the rainbow, on the other.

I miss cooking for the people that matters to me most.

I miss writing poetry, with you in mind.

I miss being treated like I matter.

I miss being hugged.

I miss being kissed.

I miss your company.



Who is to say, that I'm lovable, or more so, unlovable?

I have my flaws. And my feelings of inadequacy. And my insecurities.

But who doesn't?



I am not perfect. And I may not be able to make you laugh. And I can be troublesome, at times.

Disappointing enough to drive you away.

But this is, me.

A real-pain-in-the-ass, a whiner, a ranter, a sad soul.

But if you choose to knock, and enter, you will find...

That I'm actually not too bad, after all.



And love, is just relative.

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”

- jess, lonely -