Day 27

Awareness love

I have no awareness of love, Sara thought. Never have known what it is. How many have said the words I wanted to hear, but it was only to achieve the selfish end goal, if you know what I mean.

It would be nice to know the tender touch of one who really cared, who holds you in his arms, and carries you when you’re too tired to walk. Was that not what it was supposed to be? To walk down the aisle or have your knight in shining armor sweep you off your feet or throw you over his shoulder and carry you away to a life of pure bliss and happiness.

For the last weeks, or months or years, the time has blended into one blur, spent all the time locked in this room.