Im always there for her. I tell her shes beautiful. I hang out with her so much. When she descibes a guy she wants to be with she describes me. But she doesnt love me like a love her.
We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness and even death.
|—||Leo Buscaglia, Love (via philphys)|