Not in a desperate way. Just in the way everyone quietly wants.
I'm 21. I journal every day. I give people thoughtful gifts, remember the small things they mention, show up when they need someone. I'm the guy who notices when you're sad before you say anything.
But I go home alone and can't remember the last time someone asked how I was and actually waited for the real answer.
I had my first real emotional connection last year. It was one sided. On my birthday she walked past me without saying hello. I sat on a grass patch alone that evening having thoughts of self-harm and what not, looking at the sky, listening to music.
I'm not broken. I'm not bitter. I just have this quiet ache that won't go away.
I want someone who notices the things I notice. Who hears a song and thinks of me. Who doesn't need me to perform or explain or earn their attention.
I just want to exist in someone's world and have them exist in mine.