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Dear lover of whom I yet to assume.
I am longing for a special someone.
Someone to cherish me wholeheartedly like a previous jewel they keep to their heart on a silver chain. I want to be there for someone and for one to be with me. Yet Cupid seems to point- aim- and fire towards everyone else but me. “Always a bridesmaid, never the bride.” is what is washed and repeated on island getaways far from me. Love gets me nowhere with idiotic messes when I step upon the oceans shores to be met with streams of garbage. Digging through landfill and hoping to find the missing piece to my life is as meaningless as rummaging through hay to find a needle. It pains me in an isolating sting when seeing the ones closest to me bond in ways I've never experienced in truth. I've come to the belief Cupid must be purposefully ignoring my wills. Try and try as I can again. To be met with dissatisfaction on a steep slope. I know I can find a way to break conformity. I am more than a person that doesn't exist yet for me! I don't need to count on a symbol of love with wings who cannot fly to me. I'll cultivate my own way and seek refuge in this. So dear lover who I may not know yet, know I will be ready when the time comes. For I know my worth is greater than any jewel or jem out there. And to it is the love I have for myself.