That it could be my turn again. I know it might not ever be. I am constantly trying to be ok with that. I'm forgettable to the one(s) I want(ed), and seem to be attracting the ones I don't.
I want to be loved. I want to love. I'm good at it - I like having someone to love and care for and hold and screw and talk to.
But it seems so elusive, and the older I get, the less likely it seems it will be.
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