Looking Up At The Stars

I often spend my nights looking at the stars wishing someone would understand me, instead of just wanting something from me.

As a woman…

Men want my attention.

Men want my affection.

Men want my breasts.

Men want my love.

I don’t want to be looked upon by what I can give or do for you. I only want someone to see my soul and to feel understood.

It is so, so rare for me to feel understood…