Some part of me is looking for someone to give the love I think I deserve. Some part of me is fucked up a little, then again aren’t we all? Some part of me wants a relationship, but I need the connection. If we are on different wavelengths it isn’t love, it’s lust. Looking for a matching frequency can be daunting at times, and incredibly lonely, but I refuse to settle for less. I might be broken, but I still have pride. And that’s no slap to the people that get caught in between, time is our most precious commodity as I, you, and anyone you have ever known or loved will die. I just don’t really want the juice, I want the whole god damn fruit.