Sometimes I feel guilty that I also want all these beautiful feelings. Stolen looks, nervous laughs, inside jokes. Touches, hugs and kisses.
Life has made me feel as if I will never be good enough for anything good. That I should lower my expectations and bare with bear minimum. And is that my fault? That I was only a human. Human born in ugly body, with a mind that wants all the beautiful feelings. So I resist. I say I cannot have this, so I do not even try. I do not even keep hope...and if the last bit of hope is gone? What else there is left to live for? Only for fleeting dreams that will stay out of my reach.
