What it means to be loved.

Today I heard a song that I haven’t heard in about 8 years.  ‘Breath’ by Anna Nanlick.  I love that song so much.  It has a line in it that just makes my heart melt. ‘ cradle your head in my hands.’  There are a lot of things men like to cradle, being your boobs and genitalia.  What would show me that your really cared would be to cradle my head.  Stroke my hair.  Unless you just spent 75 dollars to have it fixed.  I guess I’m no different that any other female out there.  You want to be held.  If you find a man who will cradle your head, he is probably gay.  Most men just don’t get that part.  I think everyone wants some one that will pat your head and tell you everything will be alright.  Even if it’s not.   I think co-dependency is bull-shit.  You need someone who is going to have your back.  People are social.  We were made to be that way.  You can’t have it all if you are by yourself.  There is no one to share the things in life with.  Not the good times nor the bad.  We all need love.  You have seen the children that get no love growing up.  Do you think it gets any better when you’re older?  With no one to show you love?  Just think back to the crazy old lady or man you knew as a child.  At the time, you thought they were mean old people.  But what made them mean?  Chances are they had no one to love in their lives or were not shown any love.  I know, I know.  I sound like a Beatles song.

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About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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