We conceal our grief the same way we hid the abuse. I wish she had someone to hold her. I wish she wasn’t alone. I don’t want that for her, and I don’t want that for myself. I think that’s why I want to fall in love so badly. I want someone who is my person. The person I go to for everything, who supports me and my dreams and is my comfort person. You know, the type that knows something is bothering you just by looking at you. I want that and I am determined to find him. He is out there somewhere.
