Emotions of love intensify memories. A heart ripped apart by lies and manipulation causing self-hate and a feeling of worthlessness. If I could pour out the tears of untrue love, it would fill an ocean consumed with sadness. I long for the simple touch of meaningful, genuine care, compassion, understanding, and unconditional love. My heart is too big for most to handle, and it’s easily broken. Maybe it’s because I’m so broken it is too hard for someone to see the man behind the shattered pieces. I’m so quick to give all of me and never think of the consequences. I guess it’s the way my mind works. My mind works so differently than most that it’s hard to be understood by the outside world. I’m not ashamed of it; it defines me as unique. I hope one day to be loved how I love, but the loneliness gets overwhelming. One day I will find someone. One day I will be able to say I found true love. If only it were sooner rather than later. I always want that instant gratification, but I need to learn to be patent. The waiting game is complex and hard to manage. I have faith that she is out there, just waiting as I am.