To my future love:

I've always wondered what love feels like. Is it warm and pleasant? Will you look at me for who I really am and give me your heart? Will you hold me and talk about little things that make us happy? What would we do? What will we be. Lovers? Or just friends. Whatever it is I'll be happy. I just want to feel. I want someone to look at me and feel something. Not hate or pity. I'm tired of pouring my heart out and not getting anything in return. I'm sick of being treated as an object. All I want is love. Is that too much to ask? My brother always told me that not everyone is loved and that's why we should be nice to others. Show kindness and love to everyone we meet even if they don't show it back. But if we love everyone who is going to love us? Who will show us kindness in this unforgiving life. Who will take time from their day to make me feel important? Time is precious and human lives are short. My time is shorter than most so when will I truly be loved? When I'm dead? Or when I'm lying on my death bed, praying for it all to end. Whenever it happens I hope you are happy with me. Happy that you knew me and happy when I'm gone.