I wish someone would take me by the hand, look into my eyes and tell me that they love me, and appreciate me. That they love all my flaws, all my ups and down, that my past has no bearing on how they see me. I want raw love. Love that hurts, love that I have to work for, love that is real. I just need to know that I have a purpose and that I am loved. I feel so far away from everything that I have come to know as “home”.