I feel too much.
My heart is always brimming just like my eyes and I ache. I ache to be adored and admired and loved deeply. Because god knows I love too deeply. How do you exist when you’re always just a stepping stone for others on their path to their great love? When will I be the destination? When will someone yearn for me? I am never even a memory in someone’s mind. I’m some pale ghost that haunts my own bedroom, still loving all those that I’ve ever loved, and yet I am so loveless myself.