How I long to love and be loved, to feel the intimate things. The waiting is agony but it is bitter sweet; dreaming of the day when it is real, if it’s possible at all. It feels like I’ve waited a life time. How I wish to be tender with someone. Words can’t possibly express how I feel. I’ve spent so many years alone. All those painful seconds, waiting. Am I in love with a dream? Maybe I’ll be alone forever. What would I do? I could explode from loneliness and longing. All the things I want to say, to do; it hurts to contain. It hurts to deny that I am a gentle loving soul, thrust into a world so cold and basic. I don’t care what anyone says, about being content with being alone. I’m a human, with needs, who feels those feelings deeply. It seems as though a great many people simply can’t grasp what I think and feel. Hoping, praying, pleading inside that someone exists, just one person, who can understand me. That’s all I ask, for my pain, my thoughts, my feelings, my love, to be interpreted and requited. It’s truly not simply a physical desire. It’s emotional and mental too. It’s hard saying these things as if my words are alien to everyone else. I feel so alone. My soul is screaming