I love him.
My heart is feeling sad that we can’t agree on the point of religious beliefs.
He loves me too.
Love has never been enough. That I realise over and over.
As I told him tonight that we shouldn’t be together if we can’t agree on this, I felt my just mending heart ripped again. This time it doesn’t even hurt. It’s like a normal thing by now.
I hate this life.
I know, I need someone in my life.
I feel incomplete.
I thought, he is the One.
We connected on everything except this one vital place.
God, I need my other half.
I want someone who will plan with me and support me.
I want someone to get back home to.
I want someone who not only loves me for me but someone who understands me.
I want strong arms to hold me each night.
Someone who will with his whispers take my fears away.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.