If I’m not happy with what I have and with who I am.
What would make me happy? I’ve never been able to find an answer… money, a different job, a hobby, traveling, who knows?
Will I find love? The type of love worth living for? Something that makes me feel warm and happy and content and at peace. Someone that holds my hand, Kisses my cheek, hugs me at night.
Someone who’s shoulder brings me confort, someone that loved the same way I could love them back.
Writings on the Sand 