11:10AM January 9th 2021
I really like him, sure I’m not my fully expressive self around him, I’m not with anyone, there’s always me holding back, why? I wonder, it feels a lot like love, but I’m assuming it’s because of our diviness meeting each other, it feels so good, I’m naked and somehow covered up, the kisses, the touches it feels like love but I know that it doesn’t exist. I want to be in love. Why is it that I want that, am I not giving it to myself, am I not an embodiment of love? Is love not all there is? Why aren’t I feeling it? ever. Something went horribly wrong in my life, to have me know these things and know they aren’t for me.
