Why is it that as soon as your mind was capable of comprehending words, you were drenched in the idea of love being the only cure for all your sorrows- that felt big enough to seem tangible, burning up the tips of your extended fingers adorned with the ever present bitten down nails.
You felt an obligation towards those whose declarations of love felt most suited to your needs. And you criticised those who were too rambunctious for your taste. You felt disgusted by those who fell out of love too quickly and looked down upon those who didn’t even give it a thought. And now, even after so many years and so many heartbreaks, you still look around for the image that you’ve created in your head ; your approbation neatly tied with a ribbon.