I remember that Sunday we sat in the cemetery and you were saying “I just want to love someone, I have so much to give” and you said it so earnestly it almost hid the truth of what you really wanted to say, which was, “I just want to feel loved. I just want to feel loveable”.
Because back then we both thought that this would have been such a shameful thing to admit - as though to want for anything was a growth from desperation, as though to take was less dignified than to give. So we cloaked desire in the lyrics of what we had to offer. Believing that giving necessitated receiving. I think back then, we still believed in simplicity - that so long as somebody allowed us to love them, we would be loved in return.
