That’s all he ever wanted. When being lonely is identified as the norm. When does company become ideal or even wanted or ever wanted. Nothing is ever genuine. The interactions we’re engaged in are beneficial for either person. But when will we stop using that sense of belonging and precede with unplanned adventures. He only wanted to matter. To actually benefit from having a conversation with that person.
I’m amazed by the idea of actually being somebody’s pure source of happiness.
God how I wish I could be the reason somebody’s day is better or the reason for somebody’s smile.
To mean more than another being to somebody is probably a great feeling.
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted actual love that if it was to appear I wouldn’t be able to tell so I sit and tell myself every possible girl is a liar and fake..