Whats Strange
What's strange is that I used to long to be touched, to be loved, to be happy in a relationship when I was an adolescent and young adult.
I went through my adult life going through relationships, arguments, and heartache. Every time I fell in love I told myself, "this is going to hurt." I still fell because love is worth the risk of pain because pain in my life is so common. Love is rare and the times I have felt it have been blessings.
I have treated Love like a drug and chased it.
What's strange is that I used to long to be touched, to be loved, to be happy in a relationship but when I reminisce, I go to places in my psyche where I felt alone with these men I loved.