I’ve never been in love, and I’m not very loved, and I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love.
I’d really like to, one day. But I don’t know if I’m capable. I don’t think I’m capable. I don’t expect it, and I have no hope for it in my life.
Nevertheless, I still think about love, a lot, even though I probably can’t love, and I can’t be loved.
This is a very well-known poem, but every once in a while, when I feel breakable and like I really want to be held, even just to pretend that that is what love feels like, it pops into […]