When will I be loved, 55 asked me.

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When will I be loved?

My heart has been asking this since I turnEd 55.

In truth, I have not put my heart out there. Not really. Not all the way. Not where I can be hurt.

I find myself closer to taking a chance. On me. I wonder if it’s too late. For that part of love to come for me.

I am not desperate. I am not lonely. I am just wondering. I am just wandering a bit. Towards something.

I think this is a good thing. Mom gave up her dreams for us. I am sad she didn’t do more for herself. I think she would be sad if I would do the same thing.

I want to walk on a beach with a friend. I want to talk of silly things. I want to talk of many things. I want to talk of serious things.

I would like someone to get to know the whole of me and find that me satisfying. I wonder if that should ever happen.

I am not looking for romance. I am not looking for sex. I am not looking for companionship.

I am looking for connection.

I wonder if connection will find me?

I am asking a question. I don’t know what the question is.

Do you?

asking for A Friend,


Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I feel deliciously vulnerable right now. I used to hate feeling vulnerable. I don’t mind it now. It just means my heart are speaking loudly. I hear you. What does your heart say to you?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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2 thoughts on “When will I be loved, 55 asked me.”

  1. In my world, connection is a different thing. But I understand the need. You are part of that connection for me, but somehow, that connection close is in suspended animation. How to rectify? I guess only God knows.

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