GrayWolf

I don't know how long I've struggled with being a hopeless romantic. I guess more accuratly I should say, I don't know how long I've struggled with wanting to be loved.

I'm sure my friend on here is going to give me some hell about this, but I'll post it anyway.

I wish I knew why this is such a struggle for me...or why it is even that important. Through all the relationships I've been in, I don't think I've ever felt truly...comforted. You know that feeling when it's a cold night, and you can just wrap yourself up in a blanket and pillow, and feel...I don't know...protected? Comforted? Not alone?

When I was younger, I thought that cuddling with someone would solve all my problems. After a while, I realized that cuddling (while a wonderful thing) doesn't fill that void.

Then I thought that perhaps it was fooling around that filled said void...Now that was quickly dispelled.

It progressed to saying "I love you" and eventually having sex...and to be totally honest, I feel little difference then I felt all those years ago.

There is incredible weight that goes into true togetherness that very few people, in my opinion, can truly recognise. It's amazing how many qualities and requirements must be taken into consideration where mates are concerned.
Perhaps it's just me and my high standards, but I really can't remember a time I've been satisfied with someone I've dated.


I know this post seems like a pitty-drawing post, but in reality, I'm just posting my thoughts...this seems like the place.

Those of you in love are truly lucky. ...No, not lucky. Just...oh I wish I could describe it.

Maybe this should have gone under another section...I don't know.