When I Was Young.

I never needed anyone. So said Celine Dion. But in a way it really is very true. That feeling of perfect dependent upon your own self for the sole existence of being. Parents come in a part as the providers, carers and also comforters. But since the existence of time, humankind; people have been nothing but individuals. We and Us are merely illusions of unity that doesn't really exist. If so is the fact, what is the greatness of relationships? How can two souls be broken of their wholeness to allow the separation of each to become a new whole in completion. I don't understand yet I crave the affection given by that of a lover. The affection both mentally and perhaps, physically. Nothing comes close to it. Not even the best chocolates or deep fried foods dipped with cheese sauce. Somehow, this void has a mysterious sense to it. Of where it comes from and how it did develop. The fact that, once the pieces are done and pierced through the skin and flesh, the emotion eating disease will fill all that can be filled and will corrupt the entity of the entire self. This is love, and romance as famously known it can be. Stories are continuously being told and I long it's presence to my living once more. I can hear the doors being knocked as she is courteously paying me a visit. However, I'm contemplating on the possibilities of allowing the spectacular entrance. So, to this point, I just like you. Unimaginably.