What are we looking for anyway?

What are we looking for anyway?

Just know...

I'm not sure if it's because I'm a little naive or simply full of hope, but I forget that people's intentions aren't always as pure and honest as I think they are. I forget that people don't care as much as I do. But you know, I need to learn that that's okay. Can I care too much? Can I love too deeply? No. I will do so even more in spite of these things. I'll care for you even when you don't care about me. I'll care for you even when you don't care for yourself. I'll love you even though you don't love me. I'll love you even when you don't love yourself.
I'm not afraid to be vulnerable. I'm not afraid to expose what's underneath because it's all the same. There is no facade. Because of this, any care and love for me, if ever reciprocated, is genuine. If it's never reciprocated, at least I'll still be me and not someone else. And at least you'll know I cared for and loved you anyway. Don't you forget that: you are cared for and loved.

This longing heart

The inexhaustible endeavor for long-lasting company slips through the fingers like a grasp at the wind. Moments of belonging and comfort turn to emaciating lonesomeness times on end. Bags packed--lighter this time, but pressing forward once more, the search persists. Like a vagrant, there is no settlement, even if desired. Somewhere, something coaxes the disheartening odyssey onward. An anchor holds somewhere in the unseen distance. It's like a reeling spool tethered to this longing heart. That glimmering tug of hope keeps the pursuit alive. One day the journey will end and then: beginning...