I don’t want to lose myself, I want to be found.
To be loved by someone who looks at me with pride and amazement, whose hands have an irresistible urge to touch and caress me, whose love is so clear and tangible that I am left with no doubts, and am thus able to live without the fear of rejection, or of not being good enough — because with every look and touch I’m told;
You’re special, I choose you.
As I’ve tried so desperately to control the ideas others form of me in their minds based on the delicately crafted persona that I show to the world. Despite my best efforts to be vulnerable, genuine, authentic, and real – I still care what others think of me, as I want those thoughts to be positive and complementary.