Although you know young love is just false hope, you still crave to be wanted by another heartbeat. Your name on someone else’s lips and spoken softly in your ear. But there is this vast void between now and then that terrifies you deep down to your bones. Background noise becomes haunting thoughts. The idea that you won’t ever be wanted. You won’t find someone who will unconditionally love you. You might never feel reciprocated love. So you sit there in the shades of grey and pray that one day your thoughts will be proven wrong.
