Unloved

This is something that i wrote, not because its true, but because it sounded good. Im not sure what you think so review please.

I want that. I want what everyone else has. That one thing that everyone dreams about. That fairy tales are based on and what people swear by. True Love. I had been in love. Once. Just once. And he didn’t even know it. Why? It wasn’t fair. Why could everyone fall in love but me? To be loved but me? Why didn’t anyone love me? Why didn’t they get lost while looking into my eyes? Or tell me that I was beautiful? Or want to be with me always? Why couldn’t I have that? Because that’s what I wanted. More than anything else in the world. I wanted that. To be told that I was loved. To feel the power within those words. To experience the passion that was accompanied along with it. It made absolutely no sense. None at all. If other people had it and loved it and thrived in it. Why couldn’t I? Just once. Just to know what it felt like. To know that I was wanted. That someone felt that way about me. Me. Maybe that was it. Was it that I wasn’t pretty enough? Not able to be loved? Was that it? Was that why? Oh all this was just so frustrating!!!!! Angry tears let loose on my unsuspecting eyes. This wasn’t right. That I should feel like this. While everyone else is feeling. Well. Loved. Or they had felt it. But me. Nope never.