sitting in the car, listening to the rain pound down on the roof.
I was just thinking about my life, right now and in general. For the first time in about six years I don’t feel desperation clawing away inside of me. Not for security, affection, love, tenderness, a touch. Not for the feeling of being wanted. And it’s not because I necessarily have those things and therefore don’t feel the need for them; I think I may just finally be okay on my own.
Advertisement
