To be loved is golden. To be adored, to be chosen. My windows are closed. But, I left a door open.

I love love. It keeps me going. Yet, some days I feel like my door is closing. I catch myself wondering if I should keep hoping.

I refuse to give up on love. That means I’d give up on me. I know that patience is a virtue, I know that patience is key.

Yeah I get bitter, amongst the angst within me. Yeah I grow angry, the more I crave intimacy. But, then I remember that love is what I embody. Love thrives inside of my entire body.