What did you expect me to tell you when you asked if I’m ok?

Why bother asking after all that you’ve done to me?

‘I haven’t been crying for a while’.. doesn’t mean I’m ok.

The reduction of pain.. doesn’t mean that I’ve healed.

The scar remains. 

By hiding things from me doesn’t make you a better person.

It doesn’t make me feel better. And it doesn’t change anything.

The broken pieces are still scattered.

Being sick and lying in bed for 3 days in a row has really made me miserable I guess.

Can I have something cuddly to hug?

Not waiting for the perfect guy.

Just waiting for that special one that can break down the walls, look beyond the strong face and pick up all the broken pieces.

And dear heavenly Father, I’ll be patient as you guide me to find that special one.