I keep telling myself to be patient; that if I wait long enough, love will come to me. I am just afraid that it may take so long that I fall into another depression or worse. I don’t want to feel as though I need a man to be happy, and I don’t, but I’m at a point in life where it is the logical next step and honestly, I just want to be held. I am trying to renew my faith and trust God to provide the love I need. I just wish I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
(Source: unheardsecretsblog)
