I feel foolish seeking love from mere mortals— Humans still fumbling through life without laughter. I fail to see how I am guilty of the same sin for which I blame them, For I do not reciprocate the love I receive as expected. Perhaps I should define love on my own terms so that I don’t have such high expectations. Flowers are beautiful, date nights are magical, road trips bring solace. Do these embody the love I yearn for? Or…
