Hopeless.

I am the hopeless romantic that every women dreams about while lying in bed. But alas I do not even have the ability to give the fullness of who I am to them. For I am owned completely by another. With this one the love was present before I ever asked for it. With them I am given the completeness that I so long for. I am made to feel worthy of being held. I am told that I am good and clean and loved. And because of this, one day, I may be able to love another. But never to this capacity. Never to this depth. But then again, that's the point I suppose.