This is the parody of a person who is in equivalent need of love as a person who is in the need of water when they are walking in a desert for so long.

You have been starved your whole life of the concept of love, a piece of stability that you expected in childhood, that whatever you did, you’ll be back home with open arms, you might get scolded but never unaccepted.

What would happen to the little child if she had to prove her existence every time she wanted a little attention. She won at places, she became extraordinary, she spoke she screamed but what was all it for?

Maybe to get loved? To be seen?
Most of all to be accepted. She molded herself to the face of aggression after trusting, hoping that someone would just see her the way she is.

The only answer she got out of it was, make your own tribe, find your own people or find a person who just embrace you no matter what have you become.

She starved herself, she has been patient, there is still not one but she hopes her time and the right person will come. When she encounters someone amazing she wants him to stay to be there, maybe this person has 100 things wrong but at the end he loved her and she needed just that.

That person made fun of her loud gestures she did, the embrace she had, the bank of love she stored to shower onto him, he was the luckiest person but when you aren’t a jeweler diamonds are rarely identified, when they are not brushed and cut in shape.

She was intimidated and heartbroken because she took the relationship as a project of completion, again to be loved she thought she had to perform.

She genuinely loved but all her efforts rooted from being seen in the relationship and the habit.

She failed, she is starved of love, again she encounters someone who could love her…but again the performance game….she just couldn’t help but perform.

Now she decided it’s not her game….she feels hollow..she has a void and a piercing pain that keeps getting bigger…is it wrong? To ask for love?

Simply accept the person? Embracing them, kissing them when they are mad, hugging them for literally no reason. Grabbing her hand in the crowd to show that she belongs….she is somewhere….what would she do of the certificates of the world?

What would she earn in a board meeting when there is no one to go and hug to in the raw excitement…in pure raw emotions that she is starved to share?

A void that’s eating her current existence. She knocks the door of hardwork everyday, works hard for everything success stands beside her, but the void of love and acceptance play by the ropes.

What can she do now? Work hard or let it just be and wait again… because the time to be loved by parents is gone… friends are there to tell her that the void is not even present and….she has no one to look up and say I am still waiting for him..who?
She doesn’t even know him….she is at the edge of the void everyday struggling, relying on the tiniest of the hopes from literally anyone….

And then people say…we are just here to complete each other’s need…yes they are right she is in need….need of a person….a human…to restore the carefree human in her.