This longing hurts. That’s what I’ve done most of my life.
Longing for Lucy. Longing for the perfect girl in my head. Longing for whatever little girl I encountered for a brief moment in time. I spend years longing for girls that are out of reach.
And what I’m doing now is probably the same.
But I guess it’s the only shred of hope I have.
I’ll forever be longing.